I give you this one
thought to keep —
I am with you still —
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken
in the morningÆs hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone —
I am with you still —
in each new dawn.
Earlena
| Sam |
| 1, April 2002 |
| Earlena |