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Zoey is a wolfdog and is very loved by Rita, and returned the love.
that only an animal companion can. Undying love, loyalty and faithfulness.
Remembered now with much love as in life she was.
Imagination Of Your Soul
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
ŠJ.C. Stewart
BarTendersBluesWolf
2007
WHISPERS ON THE WINDHEAR THE RUMBLE OF THE THUNDER, SEE THE LIGHTNING IN THE SKY,
THE GENTLE RAINS THAT SPEAK OF THINGS, UN-MENTIONED.
THE FLAMES OF THE FIRE, THAT I DO TEND,
AS I SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO, WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
I OFTEN THINK ABOUT YOU, AND THINGS THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN,
I SEEM TO HEAR YOU CALLING ME, THROUGH WHISPERS ON THE WIND
I WATCH THE BLUE RIVER, DISAPPEAR AROUND THE BEND,
THE WATER SEEMS TO SING TO ME, BUT IT'S THE WHISPERING OF THE WIND.
IN THE SKY, ABOVE THE CLOUDS, THE MOON DOES BRIGHTLY GLOW,
IT SENDS A THOUGHT ON RAYS OF GOLD, TO GENTLY TOUCH MY SOUL.
AS THE MESSAGE REACHES OUT TO ME, I FEEL THE BREEZE AGAIN,
THE SECRET THOUGHT I SEEM TO HEAR, MUST BE THE WHISPERING OF THE WIND.
STANDING HERE ALL ALONE, BY THE RIVER AT THE BEND,
I LONG TO HEAR JUST ONE MORE TIME, THOSE WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
IF ONLY JUST, ONE MORE TIME, THOSE WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
Copyright: Don & Linda Dade
Published by Tin Pan Alley.
WINDSONG
Many voices, many names, cast upon the wind...
The wind tells a story of a past without end.
Bending bough speaking wisdom in the heights of every tree,
Hear its song, "Come along, where we all can be free,
Hear me sing, in every spring, every babble of every brook."
Forest trail as it winds opens like some ancient book.
Upon this ground that we trod beneath our feet,
Many people, man and God did upon this Earth meet. k
Let your soul hear the melody of a past uniting all,
Look within you, then look about, hear the primal call.
Buckskin, stone, ocher, bone unite us with mankind past,
People of one fire upon eternity our shadows cast.
Let your spirit eyes look deep, not just merely glance,
Sacred fire bids you, "Come, join into the dance."
Fire, Water, Earth and Air, k
Unite us in a past we share.
Feel the warmth of Fire's embrace,
Drink in the life of Water's taste,
Caress the Earth beneath your feet,
Merge with every breath of Air, so sweet,
The wind will tell your story, truth it will not bend,
Look around, search within, then cast your name upon the wind.
By Benjamin Pressley
Copyright 1989
Oh wispy clouds that waft lovingly around the paws of the ones we love. Always shall
you be the shroud that envelopes those who are in your trust forever and one day.
And so it is said that ONE shall come into the twilight of the valley of my rainbow and
the search shall be ended and time will begin once more.
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