FEILDS OF THE STONES

FEILDS OF THE STONES

Bury me not, in the fields of the stones,
when I have decided to die,
Yet scatter my ashes, and what's left of my bones,
out where the coyotes cry.
Have not the pain for me when I go,
remember me once, as you turn,
See me in rain, and storm clouds that blow,
find me in embers of fires that burn.

Look to the wind, to comfort your mind,
for I will be there in it's song,
See the trees bend, and notice you'll find,
I am with you love, where I belong
Go out in the night, beneath the full moon,
just to feel my love shining on you,
And remember the right, that was ended too soon,
and I'll be in the things that you do.

The forest holds onto sweet memories past,
heard in the silence of dreams,
Gone, but not lost to the things that don't last,
all is not just as it seems.
I walk in the essence, and mist of our love,
beneath the bright warmth of the sun,
I am there in your presence, with a kiss from above,
and at night I still lie with the one.

Think of me then, and wake with me there,
and know that you're never alone,
Come with me when, and take me to where,
we had went to the places we'd known,
Where we had spent time, lost in the laughter,
of what we had known in our past,
Keep my heart in your mind, and see that soon after,
that everything we had will last.

Know me, but not in the wake of your sorrow,
but give me your heart and your soul,
Blink and you'll see, it takes only tomorrow,
we will live, and we'll love over all,
And the light of our lives will be with us, together,
no loss no tears, and no pain,
And know that the light, that survives stays forever,
through the years, like the warm summer rain.

For I am not gone, I am there right beside you,
to walk with you close, hand in hand,
You were always the one, never trying to hide you,
waves will wash me in with the sand,
All the years that I loved you, will come back to show,
that I've never loved you as much,
as I do while above you, and it's then that you'll know,
I can feel your sweet gentle soft touch.

So bury me not, in the fields of the dead,
let me not lie cold, in the ground,
Scatter my ashes, and whats left that I've had,
let the wind blow, hear me in the sound,
And I will be there, with you every night,
and I'll tenderly love you, alone,
To look in your eyes where the pale blue moonlight,
keeps us far from the fields of the stones.........


dean evans 3 -29-08