Under the wide blue sky
spread my ashes let them swirl
when it’s at its brightest hue, its brightest blue

and if wind or water whirl
what is left of me
over land and sea

then let heaven be my canopy
where I will be forever free
and not set in the dark earth

that impedes me
and in the shining sun,
the falling rain, the blowing wind

forever I will be
shattered to different places

l’Envoi
where gladly I will lie
while time passes by

until the Lord of host in dignity
again reconstructs me, brings me back
to another life.

Gert Strydom

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-requiem-3/