Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the softy star that shines at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there I did not die
TO KATHIE A MAGESTIC CAT,
|10, July 2003|