atonement

#6

Lost

is a puzzle

of stars

that breaths

like water

and chews

like stone.

Alone

is a reminder

of how far

acceptance

is from

understanding.

Fear

is a bird

that believes itself

into extinction.

Desperation

is the honest

recognition

of a false truth.

Hope

is seeing

who you

will become

at your highest.

Grace

is the refinement

of a soul

through time.

dissociative

#5

Do not stand at my grave and weep –

I am not there and 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 awaken in the mornings blush –

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 cry –

I am not there; I did not die.