Do not stand by my grave and weep, <br /> For I am not there, <br /> I do not sleep. <br />I am a thousand winds that blow, <br />or the diamonds that sparkle in the snow. <br />I am the sunlight on ripened grain, <br />and the gentle Autumn rain. <br />When you awaken in the morning hush, <br />I am the soft, uplifting rush <br />of butterflies in joyous flight. <br />I am the stars' quiet sparkle in the dead of the night. <br />Do not stand on my grave and cry, <br /> I am not there, <br /> I did not die.<br /><br />Angel of Darkness<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-there-4/
