Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground
By Willie Nelson




Our hearts are forever linked, we are part one of the other
We bound our souls together and a journey we began
We faced the world as one as we traveled through this life
We chose our trail and then began walking hand in hand

Now I continue the journey on the path we had chosen
And as I face our path alone and you travel on ahead
I know that you are also here to guide and guard my steps
To help me to keep true to the path where once you lead

And though now there is only a single set of footprints
I do not fear for I know that I still travel on with you
I feel you as you continue to lead and guide my steps
As you continue leading me from just beyond my view

(c) Candace

In the quiet corners of my life I feel you
Always hovering - always near
There, but not there, just out of my view
A comfortable companion

I've noticed you for a while and wondered
were you cause for fear or hope
I've wondered if my thoughts were heard
Or if you were aware of me at all

Are you my memories lingering to haunt me
with wishes I cannot make true
Are you Time standing there just to taunt me
Echoes of the past and the future

With the passage of time as I begin to heal
and memories become warm and sweet
I realize that you are my lost one's love I feel
Bidding me hope as they watch over me.

In the quiet corners of my life I feel you
Always hovering - always near
There, but not there, just out of my view
A comfortable companion
Loving, watching, caring.

© Candace

In your imagination no one is
ever gone. All you have to do
is look into your heart with the
eyes of your soul and their image
is there.

In your imagination they are always
young and strong. You can look deeply
into their eyes of love. Hear their gentle
voice speaking your name. Feel fingers
stroking your hair.

In your imagination you will never part.
All you have to do is let your mind wander
to days gone by. Days gone from this
world but never from the memories
of your imagination. Images engraved
on your soul. Growing sharper
with each time you let your
imagination take you back in time

Remember they are never gone, they
live on in your imagination, as you
forever flow through their's

© J.C. Stewart aka
BarTendersBluesWolf
2007

I thank you for the living years
Days filled with fun and love
When I walked this earth by your side
Before I was called above.

No longer a silly ball of baby fuzz
No longer a proud brave youth
No longer a strong and noble friend
What's left is just me, just my truth

For I have changed so many times
Yet somehow you've always loved me
Without seeing that what you really loved
Was inside of me not what you should see

I am now free from imprisonment
I am no longer shackled by pain
Please do not feel that I am gone
For we will see each other again

But you worry that the details may dim
That one day you'll forget my face
Like your clothes, my face has changed many times
What you loved is my inner grace

As time stole my beauty and strength
And dimmed my hearing and sight
Our love was not dimmed in the least
And you became my beauty and light

Should you now see the sweet innocent face of a child
Or the strong and brave face of fiery youth
Or the steadfast face of a trusted friend
Or the grizzled face old with the truth

Now that I do not reside in this plane
Don't worry if my earthly guise you can't see
Remember my inner spirit and light
The me that your heart always could see.

© Candace

When the waves of Sorrow lap at your feet
And they work up to your heart.
Silver hued tears run down your cheeks,
And naught but sadness does impart.

Think of this place called Rainbow’s Bridge,
And the wondrous glory there.
A silent shadow looks down from a ridge,
And stands on edge your hair.

What is this wondrous graceful sound I hear,
That whispers to me on the breeze?
It is a sound that whispers peace,
And fills my heart with ease.

Is this my love that comes to me,
And whispers on the breeze?
It seems to say feel not guilt,
Listen to my whispers please.

Daddy, mommy, I Love You,
Forever and one day.
In your heart feel not blue,
Just listen to what I say.

I speak to you with sounds of love,
From high upon this ridge.
I wait for you to come above,
I’m happy at Rainbow Bridge.

Written by © LoboWolf aka Don Dade
10/03.2003

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