For my friends... tho few they may be :)

Do Not Weep

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's glints that snow,
I am the sunlight on ripening grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

First of, I take no credit for the poem. It was written by some one and posted on a board. If anyone knows the writers name I'd be in your debt. Credit should be given where credit is due.

Its been a while since I blogged. Forgive me if its in a bit of a depressive and dark in its nature. I was reading this poem and I totally felt a connection with it. If ever something were to happen to me. This would be the poem I would want some one to read out for me at my funeral.

That being said. I don't intend to die just yet ;)

As the saying goes. 'I have promises to keep; and miles to go before I sleep'.