I Am Not There.
Do not stand at
my grave and weep
I am not there;
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken
in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there I did not die.
I love you with all my heart
I miss you so much.
Buddy Boo!




16, Aug 2001