Boromir's Prayer, While Running

Please, let this not be my tomb.

I do not fear death;  as often as I have looked it in the eye, it has turned away, blinded by the glint of sunlight on my blade.

Do not make me die in the dark.

When I die, let the kiss of the sun be the last touch on my skin; the whisper of leaves, the rush of water over stone be the last sounds I hear.

Let me take my rest under the boundless sky. If, by ill-fate, I am doomed to wander,  please, let it be under the stars.

For the "Tomb" challenge.