Spirit - Laura Marek

Описание: In the dead of night, when the sky's beside me
I see your light.....I hear your fight
and as I sleep, in this love so brightly
a breath takes flight...till it's in sight

God my guide as I awaken in the darkness then...
I hear you when I move in spirit
somehow I pull you through oh can't you feel it?

when the sun breaks through...from the cloud I descend
from that space....face to face
and as I wake, to love with no end
I sense the grace, hope interlaced

God my voice as I step into the sunlight...then...
I hear you when I move in spirit
somehow I pull you through oh can't you feel it?
I heal you when I move in spirit
somehow I pull you through oh can't you feel it?

it's only possible with God behind it
He's the reason why all this started
I would have never even dreamt it possible...
but as plain as day...in the night we are there...like air

This is a love letter carried on the winds of the unseen; a hymn whispered between realms, where the waking world dissolves and the soul finds its truth in silence. It is inspired by a presence I meet without trying, all while in the sacred stillness of dreams, where time softens and spirit speaks clearly. Whether he knows I see him in these visions; I cannot say. Perhaps he feels it. Perhaps not. But in those liminal moments, I feel him utterly. We meet in a place beyond words, beyond reason, and somehow....we merge.

The lyrics move like breath through velvet darkness, drawing from a well of devotion that asks for nothing and cherishes everything. They are not born from fantasy, but from a sacred knowing; a quiet recognition of someone whose soul stirs mine to life. There's longing, yes, but not desperation. There's mystery, yet no madness. This love doesn't chase; it surrounds. It exists with or without the world’s confirmation and has no expectation. It merely sends love out into the world to transform all it can and I can only thank him for it. If only he knew the absolute gift he has been all the time.

Each note carries the echo of his spirit, and through the music, I am able to call him forward—not with force, but with a deep and reverent love. A love that heals. A love that listens. A love that simply is.

Though the physical and spiritual may not yet align, I am grateful for every dream, every flicker of presence. Because somehow, impossibly, he is real to me. And that, in its own quiet way, is a miracle.