a while back i was chatting with a lad who years before had died
was sitting in one of two slightly rocking arm chairs in a caravan
he had owned and spent time in with his friends in which i reside
i got the feeling i wasn't alone and turned as if to say hello there
then we started the conversation between us in our conciousness
he wished for me to pass on to his best friend the fears and love
that he had felt on the tragic day that he had passed from this life
and so i did just that and scared as i was knew it was right to do
now this all sounds crazy and even to me then and now it seems
not to make any sense in this modern world where such things of
seeming superstition make some nervous and others feel a love
they thought was lost forever and a day or 'til their last one lived
brings with it the promise of another unending day of the truest
expression of who we are, why we are here, what this place is...
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