Prayer For the Spirits
8/21/98 by NLS
7/25/02--Dedicated to Nick
Why is this day filled with cruel realities?
Why do my tears fall for other's sadness?

Now I look in the mirror and wonder what will become of everything I hold close to me,
A spirit I hardly knew flew away peacefully; away from the darkness.

He couldn't touch herand they gathered all around.
My eyes are heavy as I choose not to face the winter.

The ones I see upon the choppy waters can swim and they will make it ashore.
I look out to sea where the gentle spirits rise above the water,
The ones filled with love.
As I see, begin to climb towards the gates of heaven.
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