I feel you beside me on the wind

the wind that plays through the poplars.

You said to me then "just listen,"

and now i'm listening again.

I was beside you then

and here you come back on that old tired cloud

of memory,

floating through my mind and seeking the peace

that lasts forever.     Take me with you

beyond the grave, just as when

you and I stood in the tiny

cupped hand of mystery

and lets deal with fate together.