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:
I'm so sorry honey. You're in my thoughts. Let me know if you need anything at all.
Much, much love to you.
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
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.
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*
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