Do not weep at my grave,
for i am not gone,
as the ever unsettled seasons,
i am never lost,
as moon beans beam apon the world without treason,
and the stars that twinkle in the heavens,
by memory i live on,
while the amber blush of the aging sun,
shines apon the tallest mountain,
you are not alone, undone,
don't weep at my grave,
for i did not die,
as silver clouds cry apon the earth,
dewdrops will come and go
as time caresses my crypt we all take worth
I did not leave,
as water corrodes stone,
and flame slays
I am there
but faraway...