Do Not Weep

Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice,
For I am weary of this life,
Adventure calls and leads me on.

Unknown before, forsook behind,
A leap of hope though dwindled now,
By fingers edge clutched as a straw,
A breath then face the future blind.

No, do not weep when I am gone,
For who knows where my path now leads,
To greener fields and summers haze,
Or into darkness, dead and gone.