My Sweet Arthur Lee
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.
And sweet memories dance on the tips of our fingers.
Though you’re not here in the physical sense,
I know that your spirit is more than past tense.
You’re the cool Summer breeze when the sun shines bright,
The birds’ sweet Melody as they take flight.
You’re the snowflakes and raindrops I catch on my tongue,
The beat of my heart; the breath in my lungs.
Some call me crazy, and crazy I may be.
Some call me crazy, but I still believe. I promised you forever and forever you’ll receive.
So I’ll send you a kiss, and blow it off my fingers,
For in the land of my heart, you’ll always linger.
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