At My Grave
At my grave please do not stare
I am no longer there,
From in the ground, my soul did flee
So, under the earth, there is no longer me.
I am now your memories and your thoughts
To be remembered at different times and spots,
I am now in the clouds and in a tree
And in that grave, there is no longer me.
My body is cold and it turned to ashes
Even my hair and my eyelashes,
Remember this I am no longer in a plot
So, there look for me not.
Randy L. McClave