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 waken in the mornings rush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there . I did not die . In our memories for ever . Xx