When The Dead no longer speaks

Our beloved who passed through this life,

Visits us when our minds are unguarded

In the darkness of night and the twilights of dawn,

They thread lightly, opens the door slightly and make their presence known.

In our unknown sorrows and our deepest regrets,

In our quiet longing for a touch we can never get,

They whisper softly among the winds ,

carrying memories of a life well lived.

Hush it says your tears are for naught,

For i hear your sorrow and i see your wounded thoughts,

Do not give up, for life is not for the weary,

And peace will come too soon.

Enjoy the highest peaks,

And find beauty in sadness,

For when your time comes the dead no longer speaks.