Words from our lips flowed,
like water bringing life.
A sensation so real, I felt I was there,
and Rhonda was singing.
The grace of her voice
brought tears to my eyes.
In my dream I could see her,
her presence by my side.
Where is she now?
Has she had a good life?
As some of the memories fade,
others are seared into my mind.
Moments
of time, fixed in place,
never to be erased.
The times we shared
when Rhonda was singing.
Will I ever hear your voice again?
Or only when you come to me
as I lay sleeping.
Is it your soul calling out to me?
because the body now lies cold.
Do you come to me
now at ease, roaming where you will,
keeping alive the memories shared,
when our bodies lay as one.
Smiles
and laughter, never far from us.
The beauty of your voice
when you were singing.