Don’t cry for me; I have only died in name:
I am still here, beside you, flame to flame.
My body rests: my soul moves near
so shed no more a grieving tear.
I am the snowflake that kisses your nose,
the frost that nibble-soft on sleeping toes.
I am the morning sun that wakes you light,
the star that keeps you from the night.
I am the rain that cools the thirsty earth,
the laughter that returns to give you mirth.
I am the bird that lifts its song on high,
the cloud that drifts across the open sky.
I am the thought that quietly threads your days.
Goodbye for now
I am with you, always.

I am the breeze within your hair,  
The whispered song that says I care.  
The moonlit glow that steeps the night,  
A beacon sure, your guiding light.  

I am the roots that hold you fast,  
The fleeting days that turn too vast.  
In every shadow, every hue,  
I live within, alive in you.

A whispered lie, a life undone,
You think you have won, the race is run. But seeds you sow, they take their hold, A debt of truth, a story told.

A loan you took, a stolen dream,
Returned it will, a bitter stream.
With interest high, the payment due,
The lie you spun, will come for you.

A mask you wear, for all to see,
A saint in light, but not so free.
A hypocrite, a deeper shame,
When words you preach, you cannot reclaim.

So search your soul, in quiet space,
The person true, behind the face.
Are deeds and words, a matching pair? Or shadows dance, where truth cannot bear.

Compassion weaves where love may falter,  
A steady flame, no winds can alter.  
It holds the weight of sorrow's hue,  
A quiet strength, both deep and true.  

In tolerance, it finds its grace,  
In kindness, shapes the softest space.  
While love may burn and often fade,  
Compassion's roots are ever laid.

I reached for gold, sweet and bold,  
the air clutched back, refusal cold.  
Crumbs mocked my palm, dreams unmade, a bitter hunger the risk repaid.  

The feast was grand, only in thought,  
a lesson patience painfully taught.  
The biscuit fades, but risks persist,  
a ghostly allure I can't resist.

To be distant is a gilded key,  
Unlocking hearts cloaked in memory.  
Presence fades when its weight is sly,  
An empty face beneath the sky.  

Absence burns, but it carves a glow,  
A shadowed ache the soul will know.  
Worthless nearness dims the flame,  
But absence crowns love with a name.

To love is not to wound deep,  
Words unkind, a debt we keep.  
Illness calls for care, not scorn,  
Rudeness reaps what hate has born.  

No excuse for hearts to stray,  
Kindness lights the darker way.  
In bonds we build, let grace stay,  
Disrespect breaks what love may lay.