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
Just walking in the rain letting
the gentle rain drops merge with
my silver tears. As I walk, remembrance
comes back to haunt me, the feeling
of your hand holding mine. of you letting go
as the colours of the rainbow called you
home.
Now I gaze into the sky and watch the rain fall
waiting for the moment that the clouds part
and I see you once again in the rainbow.
When I hear your voice speaking to my heart.
Raindrops bring cleansing of the soul by helping
wash the pain of separation away. Hear me now
as I whisper to you in the breeze. You are in the hands
of love. In a father's embrace who will hold you
close till I can. He saw you falter and wanted to
ease your pain. As he called you home, he gently
stroked my heart letting me know you are safe.
Just walking in the rain with my hand upon my heart
I send this prayer to the one who waits to guide us
home. I know one day, there will be healing in reunion.
Is only a heartbeat away.
© J.C. Stewart aka BarTendersBluesWolf~2007
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
