A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

Wear black to my funeral.
It’s not that I want you to mourn,
may my funeral be a celebration of life,
but I won’t be one who requests
your florals and your neons.
Don’t restrict yourself to but a single colour
that reminds you of a facet of my complexities. 
I want you to wear black, 
as I sign of all the wavelengths you have absorbed
whether emanating from me directly, 
or reflected off me, onto you.
If I have made the difference I would wish to, 
then wear black to my funeral 
because you have imbibed the colours of my love
and turned them into heat.
And then, feel that warmth as a hug, 
my final gift to you, 
an internal fire to warm your memories.

in memoriam Debbie Nilsson, for all your impact