Metaphorically Speaking...

I am not gone...for as every sun sets, it will soon rise.
I am the rush you feel when looking deep into your lover's eyes.
I am the breeze that sings in the high mountain trees...
I am the meadow grass, covered with a late Summer's freeze.
I am the never forgotten life, like that of a growing child...
I am the coarse fur coat of a coyote,
howling a midnight call to the wild.
I am as the wind, a happy caress, a violent rage...but always unseen.
I am the long Spring rains that bring to the fields a lush and healthy green.

I am life...and all that I am
shows nothing of what I have mortally done...
I am free...but chained to a life of never living my dreams...

I am not gone...I am as the clouds that graze the ground...
I am life and all of its beauty, its colors, its sounds...
I am as simple as a linked chain...as strong as it is weak...
I am the rock, as proud in a puddle as it is on
a high mountain peak...

I am the ripples that threaten the water
of an undisturbed lake...
I am a captive in life, like autumn leaves
impaled on the tines of a rake.
I am the coolness of blue on a hot summers day...
I am the tear cleansing the sorrow
when a loved one strays...

I am the music in your soul, echoed by the stars above...
And though my breath is now gone...
And as I give my body unto the Earth...
above all else, I wish you all love.

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copyright 1998 mfg2