There are very few
as rare as you.
Your gentle thoughts
see my day through.

Scantly, you've made your
presence known to me.
Chance or orchestration, your
impact, you will never see.

Whether left here alone by
silence or your leaving.
No one else had the ability to
restore my sight and believing.

Your armour is your back as
it disappears into the distance.
Betrayed by that sad look, that I
last saw, a glimmer of truth...
From your spirit's insistence.

Being changed up, ran from or
blocked out, never changes that day.
Forced to face these rushing arrows
I remain steadfast the same...
I know no other way.

Spirits live in a realm that is
limitless, honest and pure.
Where pain, heartache and swirling
turbulence, exists no more.

Here, there are times that I
have to take leave and go away.
Leaving gentle whispers of beautiful
thoughts and feelings that stay.

You know, that with you I can only
seem to think and do my very best.
Even past death, I carry upon my
lips, whispers of prayers, that
you will forever be blest.