Fly… fly away with me.
We’re going to soar above the skies… rise above the clouds…
And gaze upon the earth, and the beauty of the land.
We’ll come to the graveyards… and pause for a moment…
…a moment of silence.
As I float above the tombstone,
I’m quietly and inwardly saying how much I miss her…
And how much I still love her.
If only she were still alive (I whisper to myself).
A tear falls from my eye and as it begins to pour,
I feel a gentle and soft hand come from behind me and catch it
Before I have the chance to feel the moistness of my heartache.
She has dried it away.
Out of joy… surprise… and happiness,
I turn to hold her,
And as we embrace we draw back and smile at each other.
The only words she has to say to me are,
“Fly… fly away with me.”
I’m sorry. I forgot to say farewell to you my loved ones,
As she once did to me.
I love you. I’ll always be with you.
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: a dear soul