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


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.

Anonymous 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...


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*