“Dead & gone, not here nor there”, everybody
said,
“Time to move on, she´s no more here, she´s
dead”,
But how little they know, all those well-meaning
folk,
I know you´re here, as in the wind, it´s you
who spoke.
A nuance, echo, whisper, it´s your voice in
the breeze,
Love letters you send, in falling leaves from
old trees,
In the waves of wild oceans, it´s your singing
I can hear,
In ripples upon the bay of silence, I know you
are here.
In golden sunbeams dancing, I see your smiling
shine,
I taste your kiss of cherries, in every glass
of ruby wine,
It´s your tears upon my cheek, in the falling
of the rain,
It´s your breathing in the air, I feel releasing
my sad pain.
When the night envelops me, I know it´s your
warm arms,
And moonlight shadows; always bring forth your
old charms,
I see within the shining of stars, the twinkling
of your eyes,
In all things, I know you´re here, that you
never really died.
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