-Early in every morn’, when suns light
the rooms of this house,
you are here-
here, inside pictures on the wall-
here in the silence of memories.
Your movements are felt inside us,
and we reach out to find you
against gray walls, undivided,
sensing your smile all around us,
when thinking your name.
There are those who walk with you,
as angels in the dark…
angels will find you, by your whisper.
And always with you, they watch over you.
And sometimes in the early light of morn’,
they gather to the shore of every ocean,
looking out to the tall white waves,
that come in their calling, and together,
chant prayers for the missing,
that may you find a sense of comfort there.
You are lost, but not far from the single
quiet whisper of hope, nor from the eyes
of angels, and hearts of those, who still come
to the silent waves, in wait of light’s flicker…
watching from the shore.
You, are not alone.
memory
~In the night, the cool and soothing airs
sweep this room.
I dream of morning birds singing-
yellow fields beneath gold suns bringing,
trails that lead me back to you.
Twilight, will not return you here,
but songs that come from inside me,
softly, bring back the moon.
It’s glow upon my window, lifts the veil
of missing from within, and every now and then,
I think of you.
I look to the stars, as if though,
you left them all for me alone,
melting at times into my heart.
One falling star makes heart beats start.
Flickering candle through a field,
brings light to the dark, and opens
my senses to something dear-
something warm and sweet in your smile,
and opens a thousand windows
in my long, long life, that until now,
remained closed.
