Thursday, February 21, 2013

Spirit In The Night - A Collaboration with poet Chris Smith



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The winter’s snow is falling
A weary traveler feels alone
Shivering from the coldness
Lost out in the darkened night
Tired and wanting to collapse

But her face keeps him going
A beauty that was taken away
A wife who died so long ago
He never stopped loving her
Her voice seems to guide him

In every passing of the season
I cannot let go, selfish I know
So here I remain, in the shadows
Watching over him, leading him
Whispering my love as he sleeps

My beloved, how I wish to live
Being by his side and feel anew
The warmth of his touch, love
Yet fate would play a cruel role
As death came upon me suddenly

I see in his eyes, as he is exhausted
Ever so grief stricken with my loss
If I could take the hands of time
Going back to tell him of my love
How much I grieve, seeing his pain

She is my spirit in the night
Calling me, calling me home
The elements will not take me
She knows I am not ready
For she is waiting, always waiting

The long journey takes me home,
to a broken house and so empty
She made it always come alive
But I know she is here by my side
Comforting me, as I cry for her

Oh my sweet love, listen closely
Hear me, as I whisper your name
I know you do not fear death
As you feel my presence nearby
In every touch and kiss bestowed

Even though it is unfair, I await
Knowing that your time runs dry
Soon we shall come together anew
Despite all the heartache partaken
I will be at your side, as you awaken

Through the sadness and the tears
Even after all these years, a lifetime
We will rejoice in our love once more
As we cross the gates of heaven’s door
In eternal happiness, as we become one

Copyright © 2/2013 Chris Smith/Lucy Martins


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