My heart is heavy. in shock. The trip to Aitutaki consumes me, there will be no more. I wonder, will you be a star? Twinkle, Grey. Let us see you there so that we may fill your void.
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 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 soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.