Friday, November 14, 2014

Love the spirits


Love the spirits singing thus,
that winging bring the light to us,
bright leaves, fleeing west,
then east, as flight
becomes.



4 comments:

Jan said...


William, I have always felt that our spirits are made of light. Then when my mother passed away, she came to me in a dream...a dream of beautiful, soft, white, light and she had gorgeous large, white wings. Even her hair was snowy white. I have never forgotten this beautiful dream over the more than 20 years since she left us. Your beautiful words could have been written for my dream. Thank you for this gentle and lovely reminder~

William Michaelian said...

And I thank you, Jan. Softly we go. It’s a gift you give, by sharing this here.

Lorraine Renaud said...

Indeed you're both giving the best gift Our Soul that never dies...thank you both xx

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Lorraine....