My final resting place
Will be a plot by the sea
Where I shall still hear
The crashing waves
That torment souls in the deep
A watery dell
Where sky lies placid upon the horizon
Gently pressing against the ocean
Angry storms lashing out
Raging at the tide
As it ebbs and flows
Thunderous applause
As the surf claps against passing ships
Engulfing dreams and
Submerging promises
The sea will be my grave