I draw their spirits close to me and breathe, <br />and still I find, there's something to believe. <br />I need their energies to make me strong. <br />I hear the subtle echoes: Samhain's song. <br /> <br />Nobody feels my reason - hears my rhyme. <br />My rhythms only work in my own time. <br />My words - they might make sense in my own mind. <br />My friends need other words - ones I can't find. <br /> <br />There is an angel buried somewhere near, <br />who told me that there's nothing left to fear. <br />Now, all my friends who've passed or gone away - <br />this is one life. What more is there to say? <br /> <br />In this one life, I'll mend what I can mend. <br />True friendship is eternal - has no end.<br /><br />Paula M. Puddephatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eternal-30/
