DON'T STAND AT MY GRAVE!

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I won't be there, Cos sleep will be far from me.

Like a thousand winds that blows, in search of a glow I would move.

Like a diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

Like the gentle autumn rain, that wakes you 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.

Like a Traveller, am always on the move, in search of Daylight.

Don't stand at my grave and cry, for like moving waters, I spread and swell. Looking for the dying to give Life. so am not there.

Like the morning sun spreads, so I move not held back by the chains of the casket, In search of place where peace stills.

Stand not at my grave, For am not there. 

For I go for a mountain

With all its stress and strain

Because only by climbing

Can i rise above the plain!

Don't stand at my grave, for like Mary Elizabeth Frye, I have found a place where Light and Darkness stays on two opposite plains!

Don't stand at my grave, cos I won't be there!

SIR JOE✍️