Ancestors

Poetry

Ancestors

When I feel alone I look for them in the lights

By the fire, in the cold

Hoping to see you in the colors, flashing blue and green

We gather together waiting sunset

We see the eyes of the ones who once were with us

We see the mist, We see the fog

We don’t see you but we know you’re never gone

In spirit you’re here

Your presence will remain forever

Lighting the way