You say you stand before me.
You say you stand before me,
As I look into open space,
Although I often see spirits,
I cannot see your face.
I often think about you
With a tear in my eye,
I see so many others from spirit,
But I never see you, Why?
I often have a conversation,
Through thoughts within my head,
I talk to you about everything,
Although I know you're dead.
We often talk about you,
As though you're still alive,
About our precious memories,
And the times you liked to jive.
We know you're in a special place,
With the pain and illness gone away,
And we all send you our love,
Until we can all meet again one day
Written by David Boyce
01 December 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem