Do not stand by my grave an weep.
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on riped grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circular flight
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there… I did not die.
~*As long as someone loves me
I am not gone*~
Darci
| Frisky |
| 2, July 2001 |
| Darci |