Do not stand there at my
I am a thousand winds
When you awaken in the
Do not stand at my grave
-Anon-
grave and weep;
I am not there
I do not sleep.
that blow
I am the diamond
glints on snow
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain
I am the gentle
autumn rain.
morning's hush,
I am the swift
uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in
circled flight
I'm the soft stars
that shine at night.
and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.