Shroud

* shroud *
Lay me in my shroud
Not funeral in colour make
Instead of iridescent rainbow hues
Speak of life lived
The dawn anew
Put aside talk of dusk
Endings should ever thus be
A beginning not conclusion
As one story concludes
Another story flows
Who are they beside whom you stand
Can this life wrapped be understood
With comprehension given the living
How better could that life be lived
What moments gracious will you carry
And when the shroud in ground lowered
In deep remorse do not tarry
Smell the flowers race the horses
Live your life as if
The tailors are already working
On a shroud to fit you to
Life is far to valuable not to be celebrated
In every shade or colour or shifting hue.