For what reason am I alive
If I am alive for a reason
Should I stare at my live go by
Or use little or none wisdom
Maybe I am not the protagonist of the play
But if I think of something to say
Oh one day one day
My heart will beat and make me remember,
I am alive

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.

In a round box
I keep what I loose
Goodbyes I refuse to say
Photographs and letters
A few sketches
Scribbles and notes

Constant reminders
Of where I went wrong
Everything I can't fix
Or let go