Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am a gentle Autumns rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
I am the birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there.... I did not die



R.I.P Bob... safe travels

4 comments:

just Micael... said...

I'm so sorry honey. You're in my thoughts. Let me know if you need anything at all.

Much, much love to you.

Jesse Mendez said...

Hi Nariane,

I like the new look to your blog, it is elegant and green to my spirit, like the sign on a highway before the buffalo steps in the way...

The poetry seems mysterious to me, and forgive my ignorance since I am soooo far away from you sweet friend, but I like your tone, and its desired attention... spanned my mind momentarily.... with something unexpected.

Ciao baby,

Jesse Noe

C. Louis Wolfe said...

Nariane-

That is a very sweet & melancholy poem, did you write it? I also like the pic displayed above it- very moody.

I don't know the relationship you had with the person to whom the poem is dedicated, but I hope your healing & peace come gracefully soon.

THANKS for taking time to stop by my blog to comment- It's ALWAYS very much appreciated.

Nariane said...

Thanks to all!!

Bob was at one time my Brotherinlaw and despite the divorce he remained 'family'

No, unfortunately the poetry is not mine. I wish it was... *sigh*