Something I wrote about 12 years ago...thought I'd share my old writing style... ********************************************************************************** To watch the setting sun along the oceans horizon. Feeling the peace that can only be found in love and friendship resides here. To watch the clouds roll in as the sky darkens, the storm in the distance is a light show put on by the heavens. The stars come out, slowly; the distant lightening and sounds of thunder echo in off the distant ocean waves. The feel of the ocean mist covering you and the sand of the soft beach; to feel the soft breeze off angel wings. To know that you are there, to see you and to know. Here, I am a ghost, invisible to you…to be so close. The sounds from the distant storm mixed with the sounds of the dolphins and whales…a choir worthy of God. To be there next to you and to know your touch that will never be. The warm ocean waves and the cool seas mist the touch of cherubs. To be so close that to sweat is to touch; to breathe is to taste; a mere glance is your soft caress…to watch the dream; to see the memory that has never been; an unheard prayer. To look into your eyes and see the innocence is to touch the face of God. Lying on the beach, held by the arms of God. To keep you safe; to protect…for our eyes to meet, to stop time…to be locked in the moment…frozen. No more hurt…no more wonder…the fear gone…the pain eased…to live in heaven…to know the kiss of an angel…to know that it is real…to leave the past behind and start over a new…to pick up the pieces of life and build the future…to survive the fear. To look into your heart, to see the moment, to exist for this…the dream you never had…or had you just never known it was there…a memory that never happened…but should have been…to return to what once was…or to what always has been…a wish that is to be answered…to come true. The moons bright light, the reflected glow…lights from heaven…the eye of God looking down…the comfort it gives. To feel again, that which was thought lost. To pull back the feelings the years have taken. A ghost here, but real…invisible but tangible. A feeling that none can compare with. To take a leap of faith, to believe that it is real, without question, without doubt. To know that I am there, just out of reach…on the other side of dawn…it approaches.