I Will Live On

Death--- the last sleep? No the final awakening. ---Walter Scott I am merely a thousand of winds that blow. You will see me in the winter’s snow, a glinting diamond glow. Fleeting sunlight, I will become that lingers and glows on the grain. I will soon become the gentle autumn’s rain that washes away your sorrow. I will meet you a gentle rush in the sweet mornings hush. I will live on and not sleep for I will not die. In the night when you feel alone I will not be gone for I will become the soft night stars glow. For I will continue on to a plane beyond the windowpane. You should not weep for I do not sleep. For I shall not die but live on till we meet once more. This is not about me so no concerns this is for a friend.