I do not sleep

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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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 cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Found this beautiful poem, thought you might want to read it.
Don't know who wrote it, but it speaks to me...

Rain

I love watching the rain rush
towards the ground
the air gets a fresh
smell
and nature brings the dirt
back to the soil

Nailed to the bottom of the wells that are your eyes

Ink
Black and massive
Stained my soul

Memories of what never
Took place

Smiles that never reached
The lips

The stains of black ink
Found its way
Everywhere
And made life dark

If there's no beginning
Can there be an end?

By the waters edge

Rays on the floor
The door is left open
The suns warmth
Hiding beneath the slight breeze
As the rays
Dance across the floor
For what seems like forever

I wish I was dust in the air
So light never touching the floor
So forever and more

I can hear the wind
In the leafless trees
The sun kisses the grass once again
I wish I was there
By the waters edge
Looking into the deep
Cold masses
Maybe wet my feet
Maybe see myself
The reflections
Of a woman

There is a fire
Somewhere far away
The flames burn me
Just to make a point

There is no language
Everybody understands
But pain

I wish I was there
Body of water
Ontop of me
Pressed against the sand
Nothing is more real
Than when you start
Counting the
Seconds remaining

Changing season

Pink pink
Blue skies
Clouds and birds
Rain

Walk
Fishing for light
In the deep
Green under feet

In Depth Look

I can give you what is easy
What is without substance

I can show you how
To survive

A day by day trick
So we all can live
One more day
In a numb comatose world

I can give you what is easy
What is empty and shallow

Can you fill it
This empty shell
Can you become more
With depth and truth
Inside out
Create yourself
To be true
To you

In The River

River of emotions
Flowing through my head

A smile on my face
Over and over again
Like an old record
Repeats itself every time
I think of you