Free my ashes with the wind
And do not weep for me.
My short life was fine and full;
Accept my destiny.
...
I hear a moaning in the breeze
And search for answers in the clouds
As I drift among the tallest trees
Or wander lone in busy crowds.
...
She was my Lily. Of the morning dew
She was my fragrant rhapsody in spring.
...
On fine days, life is a miracle
And the world is a wondrous place.
Roses bloom and songs are lyrical
And days are bright and filled with grace.
...
Now energy
In morning chill
Come round and see
From silent hill.
...
We saw you last a year ago today.
A harsh November wind blew wild and cold;
The city lights below were on display
And all your words and smiles were spun with gold.
...
Your flower garden is in bloom again.
Hummingbirds and butterflies wing to and fro.
...
We climbed to your high pasture
When the world was young one day
...
When life is very hard on us
We miss the joy we had—
We rarely know when times are good
Until they're really bad.
...
I love the hours of misty morn
When clouds descend and kiss with dew
...
Free My Ashes With The Wind
Free my ashes with the wind
And do not weep for me.
My short life was fine and full;
Accept my destiny.
Feel the sun upon your face.
Find fragrance in the air.
Make our world a better place.
Remember, I'll be there.
For I will always love you;
Please hold me in your heart.
While you breath and think of me
We never need to part.
Place yourself upon a rock
And smile as time goes by.
Free my ashes with the wind
And look up to the sky.
I am so sorry, its my big mouth. Forgive me for trespssing on something that is very private.
Sally is a wonderful poet, writing from her heart, very expressive. I love her different styles.
Sarah Johnsen, you have made my day, Thank you. Solitude is one of my favourite poems, I shall think of you when I read it.