Do not weep in front of my tomb,
I do not sleep in the darkness bloom,
I have seen and bowed life all around,
I will transform when the moment abound,
The first light of the day that made the clouds gleam,
The residual warmth that melts the ice off the leaves,
I am the birds that sing happy little tunes,
I am the breeze that touches your soft light skin,
Do not mourn at my solicited grave,
My soul does not rest in the wasted sept,
If you do want to feel me hence,
Look upon the stars in the farthest sky,
Listen to the beat of your heart's lie,
Do not weep in front of my grave,
I do not sleep in the darkness enslaved.