without your being,
Without your going, That cuts noon light like a blue flower, Without your passing later through fog and stones.
Without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see golden, That perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose...
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in...
but trying to rhyme all the time gets corny
And Being too profound can get you lost in the story
Wordplay is optional a metaphor can help
It's important to remember not to second guess yourself
It's your mind your thoughts if folks don't like it they don't have to read it...
If only you knew, how my heart overflows with love for you. If only you could see the way you fill my hopes and dreams. You're the owner of my heart, the ruler supreme. Even in the dark of night, I've only to think about you to feel your loving light and from this world I drift...