Borderline

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.
when you awaken in the morning hush
i am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circle flight
i am the stars that shine at night
do not stand at my grave and cry
i am not there i did not die.
-anonymous