I shall write as the evening closes into the night.
I will be here always and after just a thought to be
I feel a touch and it doesn’t go away, so I will treasure it
Why my pocket must be thin to feel so much each day
There in the mornings light and evenings dark
A pocket full of dreams holding me suspended
Now I know that there are few that can be here
As I am just a thought away, a touch is felt by the way.
Your thoughts keep me busy as they have to be sorted.
An energy pattern that sings in the rain and storms
One day maybe we can be reborn and just be
It is up to the elders who and where I will be
But held there is a part of eternity