if in the sparkle of a tear drop
you catch a glimpse of her eyes
and if in the breeze of the sea
you feel her hair blowing free
when the sun slants in the sky
and that familiar scent returns
close your eyes and hold her nigh
she returns for whom you yearn.
there is a reason we are urged
to dwell in the realm of the spirit
for only when the flesh is purged
can we with the spirit flit.
and how free this flight can be
the weight we carry lifted away
with our faith the winds see
carrying us along the oceans spray
upward past the dipping milky way
down upon the valley of the dawn
into the realms of light so quickly drawn
and in a twinkling moment gone.
pray for the poor souls imprisoned in flesh
those who never exercised the spirit
never looked with eyes of faith blest
no leap, no jump, only the stubborn sit.
but not so the ones who dwell above
the flesh no prison but merely a base
able to see in wind those they love
footprints from sand to heaven traced.
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