No Tears For Me

Stare not at tongues of flame and cry.
I do not burn nor did I die.
I am the blessed breeze that blows
The precious pearl that holds its glows;
I am the sunshine on fresh fruits
The spring of youth that sprouts new shoots;
And when you rise to kiss the dawn
I am the life that sparks your spawn;
I am the dove on wings of light
I am the Dog Star guarding night.
Stare not at tongues of flame and grieve;
I do not burn nor did I leave.