Spirited Jameel

That soul,
The spirit which screams in muffled silence.
That body,
The physical entity that dissipates by death.
That ghost,
The memory of the person that once was.

A photo in my dreams takes me back
To ages gone by,
We met on that street
Shaded with a single tree;
You wore black,
For he had passed
And I did not know...

"Why did you disappear for years?"
I know you thought that
I thought it too...

I called and called,
I dreamt of you,
I saw your happiness in my visions.
Your agony, though,
I only saw in the heat of that summer day
And the shade of that tree...

I never met him,
The little man with great faith.
I never saw his face
Or heard his voice.
I never learned from him
Or witnessed his pain,
Yet I miss him
For you...

I know you're in pain,
For there's a hole in your chest
Where he used to live.
He is a part of you
That'll never disappear.
His spirit visits your dreams
And kisses your tears away
Smiling all the way
As he did when he left...

Breathe, my dearest, for he is never gone.
See, my darling, he has wings in heaven.
Smile, my love, for he is always spirited.


© A Furious Child 

For my Sanaria...