There at the edge of nothing
someone waits for me.
His essence fills the air
enabling me to breathe.
I draw the life he exhaled
so very long ago,
pull it deep inside
to energize my soul.
Memories of his voice
crawl up my spine,
the volume of his silence
screams away lost time.
Words he once spoke
circle my heart
echoing his wisdom
promising we’ll never part.
His love reaches out to hold me
from wherever he lives now
to hug without a touch
and comfort me somehow
There at the edge of nothing
everything waits for me
heart, soul, love, and life
things he’ll always be
Sandy Knauer
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Wise souls are of those that have live memory of their beloved
ones.
"Who's That" flows from the fountain of gratitude to the lake of love, making waves of grace and foam of sublimity.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
God Bless you
Tracey
karen told me about this write--i can see why she was raving about it
a most beautiful tribute to your daddy...i'm thankful mine's still around :) just turned 73 :)
BRAVA, well done
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla.
i'm sure he thinks you're pretty special, too :)
tou che pussy cat
jessica
aka
gypsie