In remembrance

This poem brings tears every time I hear or see the last line.

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.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Sorry that I haven't done this for a while, but here's a poem

Oh! you faultless mind.
You toil onward,
while i wish for respite.

You fill my hours
with calculation and observation
while i pine to dwell in silence
and morosity.

You know the torment we have felt!
the Obstructions we have fallen upon!
Do You not feel what i feel?

Under no circumstances,
could You fell what i do
and continue in your effort.
But You must!

you Must.

~another musing of the ill-informed~