In Passing...
In passing, as the wind gently caresses your
cheek the presence is there, but there is no
appearance, just the reality of the physical absence.
Look not at what you cannot see, but look
deep within yourself to continue to see.
For all life that once touched, now leaves
an imprint, a reminder, an image
that you can forever hold onto.
Hold, but don't be afraid to let go.
As in life, they must grow and fly
and now he must soar. Gaze upon
with wonder and sometimes with grief,
but you will see the beauty granted
and you in time will understand,
but now take time to sort through
the images in your mind and heart,
and forever love.
|