I am
not gone
Please
never think me so,
The
world must turn
Tides
ebb, and spirits grow.
Our
souls evolve
As
everything must do,
Though
bodies fade
My
essence stays with you.
It's
nature’s way
That
everything must change,
All
life must grow
Then
fall to rearrange.
But
nothings lost
Just
takes a different form,
Our
souls remain
Complete
as when we're born.
Some
summer days
You'll
feel me close at hand,
The
softest breeze
That
whispers in the sand.
A
gentle touch
Much
lighter than a kiss,
And you
may know
That
life is more than this.
So talk
to me
And
wait for my reply,
For
every soul
Was
given wings to fly.
And I
will answer
Everything
you say,
I won't
forsake you
For a single day.
Copyright Alan Gilbert 2011