O spirit once near, now a whispering breeze,
I call through the dusk with a heart on its knees.
You vanished like smoke through the hands of the night,
Yet, I seek your flame, your forgotten light.
Return to me, through veil or dream,
Cross shadowed shore, or silver stream.
Let not the stars be our last goodbye—
I still feel your breath when the willows cry.
The winds know your name; they carry your song,
And the silence has kept you hidden too long.
In the hush between thunder and tree,
Their echoes a plea—spirit, return to me.
I’ve wandered the dark with lantern and prayer,
I’ve whispered your name to the unlistening air.
But if you still linger where memory clings,
Come ride on the hush of the raven’s wings.
No need for the flesh, nor the chains of the bone,
Just one more moment, a sign I’m not alone.
A chill on my skin, a shimmer, a sigh—
Let me know you’re near, not lost to the sky.
Spirit, beloved, wherever you roam,
Find your way back—my soul is your home.
Though time may divide us, as oceans, the sea,
Break through the stillness…
Spirit, return to me.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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