Kelly Louise Stone

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 awaken

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 weep

I am not there; I do not sleep