She comes back from time to time, and does a tap dance across my mind,

She Lets me know that I am here, and she is still out there somewhere, looking down upon this place, with her earthly loving grace.

She visits while my eyes they dream, I seen her shine like a moonbeam, I smelt her sweet perfume, fill the room.

My wild ways they keep me running, from that grace that's oh so stunning, in this world where men are cunning, Thinking of her pretty face, smiling in that majestic place, down that highway in the sky, where God, and Jesus, and the angels fly, and they all glow like fire fly's, on a warm September night, underneath Angelic sky's................. I awake, I cry, for all the time, that is lost in passing time........Souls they have no finish line. I breath this air that is not mine, one more day just one last time.

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moonlake 5 years ago from America

Pretty. Enjoyed your poem.

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Sarah Shepherd 5 years ago from San Diego, California

Great poem. Loved the last line the best...

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