Do not cry; I am still alive.
I think...I think I shall still thrive.
I've only passed through the gates of the dead;
I am not gone, do not dread.
For I am with you day by day,
And, please, heed what I have to say.
I am not dead, I do not sleep;
Please, please, don't start to weep.
I will return, born from inside,
He said I was gone for good; he lied.
I may not return to my body, ever,
But to be wiped from the earth? Sirius Black? Never.
I won't be a ghost, or some sort of creature divine,
For that would be crossing the fine line.
I will return, when you need me most,
Whether it be in Alaska's cold or Florida's coast.
I will watch, with invisible eyes,
From my hidden perch; the wind my sighs.
I am not gone for good, but yes,
You won't see me, which I confess.
Through the veil I have gone,
It was not some well-planned con.
You won't see me, but I'll see you –
And when you remember me, think of this too;
Please, please don't start to weep,
I am not dead, I do not sleep.