I am not gone
Please never think me so,
The world must turn
Tides ebb, and spirits grow.
Our souls evolve
As everything must do,
Though bodies fade
My essence stays with you.
It's nature’s way
That everything must change,
All life must grow
Then fall to rearrange.
But nothings lost
Just takes a different form,
Our souls remain
Complete as when we're born.
Some summer days
You'll feel me close at hand,
The softest breeze
That whispers in the sand.
A gentle touch
Much lighter than a kiss,
And you may know
That life is more than this.
So talk to me
And wait for my reply,
For every soul
Was given wings to fly.
And I will answer
Everything you say,
I won't forsake you
For a single day.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.
From, Way Beyond Words.
Alice in the Afternoon
Alice in the morning
Was a foil for the sunrise,
Her eyes were filled with splinters
Of another sleepers dream.
She looks down on a city
And is tired of her future,
Knowing she is drowning
In the overwhelming stream.
Alice in the afternoon
Found wrinkles in a mirror,
She brushed her hair with tortoiseshell
And felt the sun go down.
Sometime in the evening
She started into cleaning,
With dusters she kept tearing
From her virgin wedding gown.
Alice in her rocking chair
Winnowing her memories,
She's finding pain and gemstones
In grains that she has panned.
Somewhere in the long age
A moments playing over,
Then fading with the music
Alice reached to take his hand.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.
From, Way Beyond Words.
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