Monday, May 15, 2006

A Rest

Do not stand at my blog and weep
I am still here;
I'm only asleep.
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 circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my blog and cry,
I am still here;
I did not die.



Stagestruckgal said...

That poem is absolutely brilliant niki. really. Wow. Im at a loss for words, but its nice to know youre still there!!

Niki said...

Thanks Laura, but I didn't write it - google it. I just edited in a few words - blog is supposed to be grave... But I'm not dead.

Stagestruckgal said...

i didnt think you were! lol, its still good.

Abs said...

Glad to hear you're not dead, Niki! *wink*

Niki said...

:) well i'm closer than i was yesterday...but that's a bit of a morbid thought. So i'll shhhh