The dead

 The dead

The dead remain alive to me

I remember them and try to see

Their faces through the mists of time 

And hear their voices in a quiet space. 

Their deeds live on, their words

Still ring clear as yesterday. 

Their love as strong for they belong

Inside of us and time will never part

What lies buried deep inside the heart. 

They hold my hand on life’s long path

They point the way through sadness

Sharing joy along a way

With footprints in the sand 

That show me where goodness lies,

On a pilgrimage full of adventure

Filled with friends and noisy laughter. 

We embrace our luck take this chance

To lose ourselves in song and dance. 

For the times remembered are the merry.   

All that endures is the warm light

Of love and kindness of their journey.