Dark reminders beneath such a beautiful surface. Lady Nightshade mourns amongst the flora that give voice to both death and life.
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 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.
I've decided to dedicate this piece to my friend Michael Curcio.
I'll miss you. You were a character in every essence of the word. Those you met you managed to always leave a lasting impression. I'm sorry the world didn't seem like enough. I've been there. I hope you're resting easy, brother. The world lost a good person today.
This is a piece for the Macro & Micro show for the folks at Light Grey Art Lab. You can find out more about the show here.
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