It is said each warrior has a spirit.
A mighty animal spirit to guard him.
My warrior has gone from me
But his spirit returns to me again.
In the night when all is still
I see his spirit watching me.
I wonder if he knows that I
Am also watching silently.
I close my eyes and see his face
And the twinkle in his eye.
I see his ever lovin' grin
That always made him look so sly.
His eyes are black as midnight
And brighter than the brightest star.
In the wind I hear his voice
Gently calling from afar.
But it's not me he's calling
For us it's much to late.
Tho he travels down a new path
His spirit sits with me and waits.
His spirit is the mighty wolf
And he stays within my sight.
He sits and watches over me
As I dream beneath the moonlight.
~jo~
Poetry and Page were created with Love by
Joanne/GabbiAsh
April 15, 2003
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