I Will Live on
Death--- the last sleep? No the final awakening.
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
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.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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