Unseen, my love, I follow from on high,
On thermal skies, at nature's whim,
Like petals float on midnight breeze,
Or silk upon a lover's skin.
Love binds me here, and begs me stay,
Like a memory of better things -
The sound of bees in summer's heat;
A butterfly with painted wings.
Do you know I'm always here with you?
Can you feel my presence, ever near?
That gentle breath of summer air -
My soft blown kiss into your ear.
But oh, to hold you once again;
A beating heart in chest that's bare,
Your strength and warmth enfolding me,
Your gentle hands run through my hair.
Would death's cold hand forsake me, then,
If I could kiss you one more time?
And should my love deliver me,
Might you then lift your eyes to mine?
Then would you see, within your heart,
That none shall love you more than I?
And understand, my only man -
You have no need to rage and cry.
There is no blame; there is no guilt.
I have moved on, yet you must live.
But how I wish you could hear me say:
Beloved husband - I forgive.
Forgive me too, then let me go;
Let gentle winds and random fate,
Transport me where you cannot follow,
Through bluest skies and heaven's gate.