A Spirit
In life, I met him once
In death I met him many times...
A sweet person who would always be remembered for love..
Yet, life had a strange way with him.
Death took him away, the exact moment
he had fixed to call his beloved.
I never knew his thoughts
Yet in the confusion of his death,
he came to me..
How can you convince a spirit that it is dead?
How can you stop it from sensing the
sorrow of the dear ones?
When the death was an untimely caller
and life was ripe with hopes
How can you ask, to let go
and follow the light
when every moment the lost life surges up
images of a once dreamt up future?
Mothers do not cry for your children
lest the anguish of your hearts bloc
a soul from crossing over
or the overwhelming affection, not let a spirit
continue its course
unless it sees its beloved consoled.....
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