Where you belong

The lingering shadows of those 
who are gone from our grasp 
bring comfort to those 
who had to say behind. 
Their voices inherit the wind 
on cold and lonely nights. 
Their voices can be heard 
telling us everything is all right 
when the shadows of loneliness 
fall across our sight. 
Our weeping call to come back 
is answered in the wind 
and the shaking branches 
touched by a breeze. 
Candles were lit to show us the way 
when the clouds of darkness surround 
and the voices inheriting the wind compound. 
We walk with eyes blinded 
into an eternal light 
to be consumed within. 
No one knows our boundaries 
when angels take flight 
and we only go when we are ready 
to face the eternal night. 
Those we left have no fear 
we maybe gone, but we are still here. 
Our voices inherit the wind on dark blustery nights. 
We are those fleeting shadows 
you catch from the corner of your eye. 
We seek not to alarm you, 
just to guide you along, 
we are your past nudging you 
into the future where you belong.