Oh, the grandeur of the night,
the scents, the beauty –
ghostly spirits gathering round.
I see them, feel them,
I know them and yet,
time and space has distanced us,
from one another.
Oh, to relive the joy, the love,
when we were together,
so many friendly smiles
and I feel so much a part of it all,
just a free kind of feeling –
among spirits in the night –
memories of spirits of the past…
From somewhere gentle breezes blow
and clouds stretch across the sky,
the moon peeks out
and I can see spirits flying about.
Voices so dear,
from days gone by,
they call to me and I see,
couples waltzing from cloud to cloud –
as the stars seem to be winking from above.
Dream or reality?
I didn’t know how long I’d been,
among the spirit world,
but I knew I was among friends,
such a feeling of rapture,
it filled my heart and soul.
Made me embrace life all the more,
knowing that these spirits were around,
their visits ease my mind,
and I always find
that it gives me great joy,
knowing that one day,
they’d be there to say,
welcome to our world
and a guiding light will take me –
to the spirits of the past.
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