WHEN I AM GONE

When I am gone,

Don't lament that 

We never said goodbye.

For I am as the flower

That disappears into

The breeze--

A beautiful memory,

Fragilely fleeting.

I am the energy

That cannot be

Created or destroyed.

I am simply transformed

Into the summer breeze

That brings relief;

The light from the moon,

Illuminating your path;

The smile that comes

When you remember me.

Even when long forgotten,

I am still here.