(no subject)
i am not there
i do not sleep
i am a thousand winds that blow
i am the diamond glint on snow
i am the sun on ripened grain
i am the soothing, gentle rain
when you awake in the morning hush
i am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds circled in 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
in secret we met
in silence i grieve
that thy heart could forget
thy spirit deceive
if i should meet thee after long years
how shall i greet thee, with silence and tears?