A little bit of everything

When I die can I be a California Gurl?

All fluff and sex

candy for the eye?

Can I walk the moon, sit the wall as a fly,

Use space as a tool to find out why?

When I die can I become a wave?

Frothing and foaming over my grave?

Can I fly, can I laugh, can I save?

If the clouds are but water, where do God's tears come from

and the light at the edges, glowing golden, surely that's where he sits?

Watching and laughing with a twinkle no one sees.

When I die.

Can I twinkle too, wear grown up shoes, shed anguish and fears?

Can I look down, see my feet, have long golden hair, canoe the stars?

There will I be the wind and the waves, waiting just waiting for me.

Waiting to collect pieces, scatter them again.