May 18, 2012

Alone Time


koffy beach

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

-Anonymous

2 comments:

Edaj Augusto said...

That's a very melancholic poem, of death of a loved one. If the dead can console the living over the inevitable, this would be it.

The poet by the way is MARY ELIZABETH FRYE.

cherie said...

reading this poem brings tears to my eyes.. in a way it is comforting. pretty picture of you and koffy.

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