White
Eagle, White Dove
by Bud Lemire on March 31,
2007
She calls to wake me early each day
Not by phone, but in the spiritual way
Many times I feel her presence near
That’s when I know her spirit is here
She watches me with a smile on her face
Her soul is content to be in such a place
When events in her world, aren’t going right
She’ll come to me, and hold me through the night
She seems to be a morning dove
Peaceful and gentle, sharing her love
Never wanting to take too much
Letting me feel her special touch
Our journey is together, although we are apart
We feel each others soul, and the beat of our heart
She only wants the very best for me
On Eagle’s wings, her spirit soars free
A White Eagle up in the sky
Accepting her role, never ceasing to try
Wings that take her so far away
Of her stressed filled every day
In spirit she soars
While everyone else snores
Transforming from a White Eagle, to a beautiful White Dove
Her soul travels the astral plane, to share her love
Not by phone, but in the spiritual way
Many times I feel her presence near
That’s when I know her spirit is here
She watches me with a smile on her face
Her soul is content to be in such a place
When events in her world, aren’t going right
She’ll come to me, and hold me through the night
She seems to be a morning dove
Peaceful and gentle, sharing her love
Never wanting to take too much
Letting me feel her special touch
Our journey is together, although we are apart
We feel each others soul, and the beat of our heart
She only wants the very best for me
On Eagle’s wings, her spirit soars free
A White Eagle up in the sky
Accepting her role, never ceasing to try
Wings that take her so far away
Of her stressed filled every day
In spirit she soars
While everyone else snores
Transforming from a White Eagle, to a beautiful White Dove
Her soul travels the astral plane, to share her love
For a dear friend who has been wonderful to have around...spiritually.
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