There's a Spirit that lives with me. When he passes by, he caresses me; there's a tingle up and down my spine. Whispering softly in my ear, surpassing the barrier of time and space. He sees my loneliness. The Spirit is there existing in a realm of my reality. Where was he long ago? Where does he go when he leaves me? Wondering if he's always there, or if he just comes to visit me. Is his love lingering on from a memory of lovers that we were, and here to protect me? Softly he teaches me never to forget what was meant, what was said before he had to go. He was my angel flying too close to the ground, an impossible dream that came true. Mrs. Muier has nothing on me, for my ghost is still here with me, patiently waiting for that final day, when all I will have to say is "goodbye" to the world, and hello to my Lord and to him--"I'm coming back to You."

by Dottie
dedicated
to my beloved
Ricky
who has passed on
4/19/96