YOU ARE THE MIST...THE SUN, THE WIND.
AN ANGEL WING
I shall not stand before you and cry
I will think of you, walking on my side
As the chanting wind, blowing on the sea
The wing of an angel, looking after me...
As the flight of birds on the earlier snow
Before that sight, I smile, and I feel you know
I do not feel alone, but your hand on mine
As I look at the dawn, rising on top of a pine
I shall not stand before your loss with grief
Because you smile at me, through the Winter mist
I feel you on each sparkle of light, when the day is grey
As the sun feels warm, putting all ice away
No, I shall not stand before you and cry
Looking always gloomy with a loud sigh
Thinking bad of life, asking her... why, oh, why?
Because, I really believe... this is not goodbye.
(Outubro de 2017)
Em memória do meu querido pai, baseado no poema de:
"Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"