I Do Not Sleep |
Anonymous |
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 a diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush; I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. |