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

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