Standing in the morning light gazing, dazing,
wondering what you are thinking….when my heart
is breaking…..
You gave me glimpses, but, you would rather talk
to trees to those who believed….
Strolling in purple fields laughing at the
wind, your twin….
Your spirit remains, contains in the end,
where you blend….whispering in the trees
that carry your breeze….
*I wrote this poem when my husband passed that was
also featured in his service. I dedicate this poem with
my heart and soul to all that he was*
Photo credited to Pinterest
PoeticDarkness 
Phoenix Risen
A sad and beautiful piece..
angelicdarkness70
Thank you my friend….