When Cometh Time
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When cometh time, that I am dead
Lookest not for my earthly grave
To tread the mound o’er fallen head
Shed the tears thou wouldst not save
For tis not there, my spirit lie
I am the wind that passes by
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Nary a stone will marketh lot
Whenst my time has ticked its last
Nor daisies resting, where I am not
With thou sorrow and sadness cast
Soul unbound in deathly call
I am the rains that lightly fall
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Seek me not in hallowed spaces
Hold still the words that cometh late
Find me in the common places
Should final rest behold fatal fate
Ne’er the grave will e’er be mine
I am the sun that doeth bright shine
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If thoust look, I can be found
And all the love I have for thee
Will not live, if laid to ground
In death it finds its liberty
You can always find me there
I am in every breath of air
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Brilliant! In the Sun, the Air, the Rain… a true look at what we are as spirits with temporary bodies. Very nice work for sure my friend.
Thank you, Francisco! Your comments and constant support are a blessing to me.
Always a pleasure and a learning experience to read you work my friend.
beautiful – never truly gone or forgotten
Thanks, Beth! The spirit is indominable.
I love this reminder that even though the physical shell is gone, the spirit remains. Beautiful, my dear friend!
Thank you, my friend! Even in spirit I would recognize you by how bright you shine.
Awww!! 🥰 Much love to you, my dear friend!
Beloved brother, in our continual “contest”, I hope your own beautifully written words will bring you peace when I have gone. I love you!
Nothing will bring me peace when you go. Love you, sis!
You are still going strong right here and sparing us the scavenger hunt for another time!
Not so hard to find, Geoff. I am leaving my words behind, so my spirit has a place to live. Look for me there. Thank you, my friend!
I am guessing I will be welcoming you into the spirit world when your time comes.
If I know you, you will have one of the best seats in the house!