Member Rara Avis
Apparently, this is a poem written by the notorious, "Anonymous".... God, I love her work. Here it is... I'll e-mail it to you, too... I actually thought it was W.H. Auden... guess I was wrong.
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's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...