She glides through this life
gowned and glowing in
white

In her hand, a candle with
a golden flame that never
dies

And she spotted me on the
beach with a branch in my
hand

As I was drawing my scars
in the sea-kissed sands. It
was

then that I felt behind me
a tender heat, so I turned
and

met her gaze. The scars I
drew in the sand healed.
Under

my feet, a path of glass
marble that when kissed
by
the sunlight, became a
rainbow. She beckoned
me

to follow her to which I
did and we ventured through
sky, land and sea

She spoke so gently
She smiled so kindly
Her words had so much
worth with such little
cost

My sorrowed heart was halved
My joy seemed to double
And then she said she had
to go.

But she smiled and said that
she was never far behind,
and if ever in doubt, I should
look to the sky

I'll see her star and feel her gaze
And I would always end up with
a smiling face.

Handing me her undead candle,
she floated away and I would never
forget that day.

She saw me a someone who
could heal and touch many lives
And like the talent in me,
it will never die

Now watching the dying sun,
by the beach, I turn my face
to the empty seat.

No, I shouldn't say empty.
So it is sweet to smile and
meet the angel that burns
with a kind heat

♡

You will never be a dying flower.
No swarms of sick thorns will
plague you.

He will lay his hands over
you and all that ails you will
be still waters.

All sickness will wash away and
you will rise afresh, born anew.
To sing, dance, write and ride
to the winds of life with
joy.

♡