The Wind Dancer

One of my philosophies...

Please don't wear black at my funeral
Dress up brightly and come celebrate
Don't refer to the "Dearly Departed"
I've just gone on to open the gate

Laugh and talk as you would in my presence
For you know that I've never liked gloom
Just because you can't reach out and touch me
Doesn't mean I won't be in the room

Yes my friends I will reach out and touch you
You'll be brushed by my ghost on the breeze
It will talk to you if you just listen
Simply sit with closed eyes 'neath the trees

I shall call through the magic of birdsongs
I shall laugh in the rippling swift stream
And at night I shall softly caress you
From the depths of that world where you dream!