Now back to my regularly scheduled book

Dear, dear friends
dancing through my fingers.
Your lives, a molten mixture
Of wars, grief, and a love.
My pen, governs the future.

You live. Forever Yours.
Pacing old planked floors.
Questioning the existence of ghosts.
Engaged in friendships that cross lifetimes.

My heart beats for you.
Tears blur the separation of our worlds.
I breathe, your soul existence.
Close my eyes and see your faces.
Don't cry Sarah, Life is good in the small town of Stockbridge.