I draw their spirits close to me and breathe, br and still I find, there's something to believe. br I need their energies to make me strong. br I hear the subtle echoes: Samhain's song. br br Nobody feels my reason - hears my rhyme. br My rhythms only work in my own time. br My words - they might make sense in my own mind. br My friends need other words - ones I can't find. br br There is an angel buried somewhere near, br who told me that there's nothing left to fear. br Now, all my friends who've passed or gone away - br this is one life. What more is there to say? br br In this one life, I'll mend what I can mend. br True friendship is eternal - has no end.br br Paula M.