My Eyes
My eyes follow you around
I'm in heaven looking down
Like a starlight that shines in your eyes
I watch you closely as you begin to cry .
When you place the flowers
Beneath the sky
I whisper to the winds
To dry your eyes .
For do not stand at my Grave
And cry
I did not die .
I am not there .
I am here
I am near
Can't you hear my whisper
In your ear
I'm the reflection in your mirror
Copyright © Venita Schindler | Year Posted 2017
|