“Look for me when the tide is high
And the gulls are wheeling overhead
When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky
And one by one the leaves are shed
Look for me when the trees are bare
And the stars are bright in the frosty sky
When the morning mist hangs on the air
And shorter darker days pass by.
I am there, where the river flows
And salmon leap to a silver moon
Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows
And sunlight warms the afternoon
I am there in the busy street
I take you hand in the city square
In the market place where the people meet
In your quiet room – I am there
I am the love you cannot see
And all I ask is – look for me.”
[Iris Hesselden]
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight that ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumns’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
Photos by me, Theme Kit “Twinnie” by Choukette.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is
untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are
still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always
used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it
always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as
it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of
sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval somewhere
very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when
we meet again…
Komm zu mir ein allerletztes Mal
Lass dich berühren
Im Fenster dort, die Kerze als Signal
Sie wird dich führen
Es geht immer hinein, im schwachen Schein
Nur du allein kennst schon manche Wege
Doch bitte gib’ gut Acht, aus manchem Schacht
Die dunkle Nacht, sie kriecht dir kalt entgegen
Ein letztes Mal ein Wiedersehen
Kannst du mich verstehen?
Zeit vergeht, so schnell rieselt der Sand
So viel verschwendet
Folge mir mit Herz und mit Verstand
Bis alles endet….
(A.S.P. – Offährte)
For I know one thing: Love comes on a wing
And tonight I will be by your side,
But tomorrow I will fly away.
Love rises with the day and tonight I may be by your side,
But tomorrow I will fly…
