Dreaming of warmer days,
Walking hand in hand through the sand,
With the one she loves.
She was a free spirit....

Who could understand
People come and go.
Who is left? Who is she?
Sitting down among the stars..

Crying into the wind,
Wanting what her heart yearns
For and having trouble giving in.
Wrapping her soul in the hands of her maker....

Crying to her Lord.
One day soon.. One day soon…

He whispers to her soul....

This day she was a free Spirit.
A spirit was she…..

This day came just like before
A visitor like no other she knew no more
The mystery of her past came flowing gently forth
Singing like an old shoe that would be drowning her soul...

The labor was too much as her hands would bleed
As she tried and tried again to nail herself to heaven
The words seemed scrambled
Falling from the earth....

Hearing the laughter flowing oh so gently
As she sang so softly to ears of no one
Bleeding from head to toe
Just wanting to hear the words
'I love you'....

Hearts break and bend
On those special days
Bursting with sadness
That can only begin...

Looking at the past
The future to come
This day
She was one free spirit and there were more to come……


Debbie Brooks 2014