I never look below

A poem about moving on after death

Do not weep for me.
I follow rays of bending light
catching rides on drops of rain.
I make shapes out of mounds of
ice crystals and warm air.
I never look below.

Do not long for my embrace.
I wish on balls of hot glowing gasses.
I talk to craters formed by meteorites
on a dwarfed planet.
I never look below.

Do not wish to hear my voice again.
I ride waves of less dense warm air into cooler air.
I polarize positive and negative charges
and bolt them across the land.
I never look below.

Do not dream of days of past.
I am dissipating into particles.
I am transmitting and conducting and circulating
into waves.
I am always changing.
I am moving on
I never look below.

Instead-
Follow rainbows.
Watch the clouds go by.
Wish on stars.
Talk to the man on the moon.
Feel the wind rush through your hair.
Watch lighting dance across the sky.
Feel the energy all around you?
This is where I am.