On an anniversary
by Donald Justice
Thirty years and more go by
In the blinking of an eye,
And you are still the same
As when first you took my name.
Much the same blush now as then
Glimmers through the peach-pale skin.
Time (but as with a glove)
Lightly touches you, my love.
Stand with me a minute still
While night climbs our little hill.
Below, the lights of cars
Move, and overhead the stars.
The estranging years have come,
Come and gone, and we are home.
Time joins us as a friend,
And the evening has no end.
This is an adaptation of Mary Frye’s poem that actually according to wiki spawned quite a few other works…
Do not stand with me and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn’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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand with me and cry,
I am not there, I did not die…
One of which I was particularly captivated by although it seems a little off base here I will include it on it’s sheer loveliness. I am a Thousand Winds