Tuesday, December 01, 2009

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 sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.


monstev said...

I assume this to be one of your favorite images and one of his favorite pastimes. I hope you have a good day, today. Here's a long distance hug, "HUG."

Lee Rudd said...