Still there

Those of us that know, those that understand, 
those that see them walking, paths of different lands, 
and the grains of time never change those that reached their age,
 their hour, some of us have that power to see. 
You might not believe me but I know what will be, what I saw. 
The walkers, some see more of them than others, 
it runs in families in sisters and brothers. 
Brain pathways lift the covers. 
The seeing, the gifted, the veils that are lifted, 
the ones who've worked it out, 
descriptors, depicters, know about the dimensions, extensions, 
the non endings and those spending moments in between, 
hold your breath, sometimes they are seen after death. 
Some people don't believe, and just want to grieve. 
Do whatever feels right for you, 
but just because they aren't in sight of you. 
They will still always care, walking between worlds and filling the air. 
Find strength knowing they are arms length away in your despair.
 You might not see them, but they are always still there.