A reality told

There at a table one March day
Where love took me astray.
There in the darkened room
You shone like a rose in bloom.

Then why do I lose you each day?

Yet there after a little play
I had to leave you to go away
The love stayed as a second skin
A mantle to hide my love within

Then why do I lose you each day?

I have searched high and low
But it is inside you only glow
A sense of being gathers my soul
Many years now I have loved you so.

Then why do I lose you each day?

I awake your face clear in mind
Why did I leave you behind?
A physical being that was all.
Your spirit inside me does call.

Then why do I lose you each day?

I walk and talk to many a folk
There I laugh and tell a joke
I hope that the joke is not on me
Because I had to set you free.

Then why do I lose you each day?

I never lost you, did you not know
You are part of my very soul
One place in a far distant time
We will join your soul and mine.

Just call my name in whispers low
I will stand by your side you know
In eternity we will laugh and play.
A feeling, a colour you will know.

I love you so

About Yenti

Ian T Howard Born in the village of Hawkeridge Wiltshire in March 1942 into a family of eight, memories of these early years can be dated to, June 6th 1944, I remember the sky filled with aircraft,. My Sister was born on the 22nd of June that year and made are family up to ten. Our family was Mother and Father four boys and four girls, so you can guess that we had a great time, though our style of life was limited to our income. I could read at a very early age of three, I think that this was the grounding for my imagination, and ability to write. My writing started more during my senior school years, with the entry of one of my bits, as I call them, into the school magazine, of Matravers School of Westbury Leigh Wiltshire. I joined the Royal Air Force at the age of 15, and started writing in an exercise book, this I still have, one of my poems in there is the Valley, made from early days of playing around the countryside, when a small hole in the ground became a canyon. . Over the years of writing and changes in life, having my own family grow up around me, and then the parting of the ways as some families do. Also the passing on of my parents, two sister's and two brother's, having their influence on my thoughts. Then remarrying into a loving state, that has Spiritual connections, my writing has evolved into a wide variety of works that reflect my interpretation of the things around, not only in a factual way, but sometimes with a deep philosophical outlook with a soul to each and everything. I have through the connection I have with the Spiritualism side of my present life, recorded a great number of talks with the Spirit world as they are related to me, most times through Anne my wife who is an International Medium. These talks with spirit are recorded from semi trance times, when there is a connection between the two worlds, mostley when the Spirit girl Sadie comes through to talk to us using the Mediums voice, there are other Spirits that come through but this will be clear as we carry on through the tapes day by day, I will leave you to be at peace with all things. Here is an intro to my wife Anne and the influences that spirit has on our lives and the way that the children communicate with me, Yours, Ian.T Anne's words on the spirit world:-
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