Drifting off to sleep,
Half way here and half way there
Seeing him in my head
Holding him in my heart
I could hear him say.
Girl, I am right here
I am not as wacky as I may sound.
In fact, I wanted him there, I wanted
His spirit and present to stay around.
Only society has taught me this can
Now all I could do was pray that heís
At last free.
I am not claiming to be performing
Or involved with after-death communication.
Maybe it was me and myself I had that conversation
But I know that he was here, sitting down beside me
Whispering his love to me and how I must let him go
Explaining that his body was gone but his present
Would never leave me alone
But I was to understand he didnítí belong around
Here any more.
I can remember every moment of the great encounter
As if it was only yesterday
How they called me and told me
My friend and buddy had gone away
But here he now sat
Beside my bed
Telling me that heís really not dead
He just sat with me.
There was no fear
He didnít say anything the entire time.
By moving his mouth he didnít say a wordí
But he told me all he wanted to say by using our minds.
He spoke of each of us having to endure this time.
He didnít try to put his arm around me and hugged me
As he normally would have, instead he just stared at me
And said ďsee you around my love now let your light shineĒ.
He reassured me that everything was now fine.
I could see his face clearly in my spiritual mind.
I could feel his presence with me,
He made me feel OK with his passing.
And assured me of his love lasting
He told me he was OK and in a lot better place
He told me without moving his lips I should be OK
After death communications are something that evidently
Happen to people of all faiths and backgrounds.
It may be part of our own way of healing ourselves.
It can be a gift from the divine if you think of it that way,
God helping us help ourselves.
But I canít discount that there may be some reality as well,
All I know is my friend and love one isnít sitting in hell.