March 2011
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I am...
Listen
Reprise
You’re soft like an old t-shirt
With worn in sleeves,
You pull me in like the tide
Of your deep blue sea
Your honey hair’s cute
Your azure eyes bite.
When you play the piano
I can see you ignite
And then you’re on fire
You’re burning the keys.
Won’t you set me on fire
And then reprise.
Beautiful :)
