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 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 star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

Days go by
I am stuck,
I am stuck in the dark
There is not a soul in sight

Not a day goes by
where I'm not
waiting for a light to
guide me
which direction to go in
and how to get there

I ask for you,
myself
to be that light

Clock ticks,
The pen scribbles.
Pages fill,
Drowned in the letter.
In my mind,
Hallucinating,
Day and Night.
A void chamber,
Forgot my key inside.