My life is ruled by the seasons of the weather. Sometime I dig dirt. Other times I dig art!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
I’m Not Here ***
I’m Not Here
Don’t stand by my grave and weep
For I’m not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
Posted in memoriam at 1: 47pm
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