The Wisps of Love

Even when the heart
has given up and did stop
a soul's love shall not part
lingering to caress like some ghostly mop.

One last brush moment to say I care
though we can only feel them
by a chill in the air,
or an image familiar that does not offend.

Sacred ties bind our spirits to another
sometimes that energy is still felt
when coming from one who cared for us like a mother
warming our thoughts, making our sorrow melt.

We might react at first with ice upon the spine
fearing this phantom presence who face we know
that we sense was once someone cherished in our mind
but now has gone passed where all life can go.

Yet, what better form could they ever say
good bye to one they will miss so much
than by some parting hug in this special way
letting us be aware life dwells beyond the grave's touch.

I know this from my own moment of wisp
when my mother's ghost appeared after her last breath
just a second of saying so long by a haunting kiss
giving me comforting about life after death.