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Response to Poem: Do not weep for me

from ilza (ilza@pobox.com)
this one ? . Carried on the wind (Do not stand at my grave and weep ) by J. Brunner

From the moment that he learned that she was gone

He began to remember all the wonderful things they'd done

And the things that she wanted to be when she grew old

ended before they started

and he felt his heart grow cold

And then the wind began to blow and on it he heard her voice

Sweet as he remembered telling him he had a choice

He could either dwell on the past

Or he could choose to see her

Still alive in the world they'd had

The wind said:

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die

From the moment that he heard what the wind had said

That she was not alive because he had thought her dead

And if he remembered

And if he did his part

She would live forever

Forever within his heart

Because the wind said:

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 glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn's rain

When you waken in the morning's hush

I am the sweet uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft star

that shines at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die

(posted 9084 days ago)

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