The ones underground
They are safe in the knowledge
That their God they have found
Ageless, timeless, forever young
Every anniversary passes
as another Psalm is sung

We who are left
Have to get through each day
I walk past your headstone
And each time I pray
to God to deliver me
Through another painful day

Roses are blooming
On the place where you lie
Their scent overwhelms
and perfumes tears that I cry

Their aroma I'll remember
'Tis better than your death
Sweet scents will surround you
'Til I draw my last breath

The sun is hot in the open desert. A shadow of hope from the plants that look like they have withered.
Shade we seek the critters scream. Little feet scorching as the sand seems to melt.
Why must I live here. Many folk ask. Would you rather have the ocean to see versus the forever ending rows of Joshua Trees.
My skies are full of glistening stars, when the hot sun sets deep down afar. I have darkness you can never see.  I can see the milky way you see.
I don't need the beach house. I can always hear her waves.  A memory recorded deep in my mind.
The night skies are forever now mine. I fear not the heat of the day. I live my life simple like the old days. I have no wants. My needs are all meet.
As long as I have you with me at night. The stars are our peace in this crazy world.
I love my desert as I love you. Harsh at times. Life gets rough you see. But in the end it is just you and me.
Nashoba copyrighted 2014

As I lay here in my bed,
I do nothing but wonder,wonder about the dead.
Are they with us every day?
Watching us, helping us for I hear that they may.
Does the dead pass through you when you feel a chill?
Or is it the cold breez? How do you know the dead is real?
I should'nt call it dead! Invisable or cant see,
Cause there is a difference between the dead and someone like me.
I believe the dead is real but can't hear or see or even feel.
The dead to me is someone gone bad,
Who's lost their soul's which they've once had.
I don't think it's the dead who watche's us at play,
They don't care enough to go out of their way.
But there is someone with you, giuding you to do right,
Stand's by your side all through the night.
Dead they are not, for they have a heart,
The world we live in they were once part.
They can feel, touch, move and even see,
And deep in my heart I feel someone with me.
The look of an innocent child and wing's of a white dove,
I believe they were sent from the heaven's above.
Angel's I call them, watching over us all.
Good and even the bad the great and the small.
Your guardian's alway's till the time comes,
When your body is weak and finally it numbths.
But don't be afraid there's nothing to fear,
Because a happier life and your angel are right hear.