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'.
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7 comments:
has good rythm
aye
it does :)
i like it.... i'm going to post a new poem too... =)
it seems like me writing a poem.... my type of poem... lolx
That poem was kinda on the dark side for a young man with so much life ahead of him....think positive Vince, you have so much to offer people..Nice to see you back on the blog....
Mary E. Frye. At least I think that's what it is.
So I guess, would be one of the few... better be, after having to put up... tolerate...oops...can't seem to find the right words. Ah it's coming to me now, after having to bask in the glow of your presence (talk about a coverline)I'd better be one of the few :p
Glad to see that morbidity is so not on your mind :)
Where is Vince? C'mon guy I love to read your writing....
Vince is currently recovering from a very traumatic break up :(
writing spits and spots here and there...
sorry to keep ya waiting
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