If when I am dead, and gone
Should you find you miss the sight, and sound of me
Here are some places you might look
To see if you can catch a gleams of me

Look  into eyes of the old
For in there eyes there is a part of me
Look into the eyes of the young
For forever youthful I tried to be

Look upward to the sky above
As I did oh so many times
For in the clouds that go silently drifting by
Perhaps you will find a thought that once was mine

Listen to the night winds as they stir the air
Perhaps in them you may hear my voice again
Feel their gentle touch upon your face
And know that I am in the wind

Look into your heart
And if you find me there
Then know that I am always with you
That even though I am gone, I still care

Know that I shall always be close at hand
I will be with you wherever you may be
For if you remember me in your heart
I shall live on, and death was not the end of me

The Poet W. L. Kite

©Copyright of W. L. Kite

7/22/2002