Shaping the Crazy

Echoes in the Sky
Eyes closed, I breathe in the air,  
Whispers of those who once were there. 
 In every gust, a familiar touch,  
In every heartbeat, I feel so much.
Gone from sight, but never far,  
Guiding me like a northern star.  
In the clouds that drift and sway,  
I hear their voices, feel their sway.
When I seek the sky’s embrace, 
 I find them in that endless space. 
 In the silence, their love remains,  
In the air, in my heart, their essence sustains.
Each look upward, a silent prayer, 
 Knowing they are always there. 
 In the sky, their spirits fly,  
Ever present, never goodbye.

-Christine Armstrong