Wonder where the dead go
is it to heaven or hell?
but belief is only an ego
where all faiths dwell!

Some think the dead turn to dust
everything ends with death
but are minds that trust
souls do reincarnate!

Some believe death is a shift
when ends earth’s traveled road
it’s one blessing of a gift
moving to God’s abode!

When I watch the night sky
thinking of ma eyes blur
I feel she really didn’t die
moved away far to be a star!

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Softly flows the evening breeze
cool upon your sunset eyes
Whistling through weary trees,
born of velvet springtime skies

Sprinkled starlight glistens through
windswept dreams in endless flight
Whispering my love for you
*on this quiet April night