In whispers soft, I hear their call, Their scents of love, a gentle thrall. Their visions float before my eyes, In hidden truths and sweet disguise. In realms of spirit, I find my place, They guide my hands, my heart, my grace. Archangels guard the winding way, Lighting paths where shadows sway. In every touch, their presence feels, A warmth that every sorrow heals. Their whispers linger, soft and bright, As stars that gleam through silent night. Through clairs, we dance between the veils, Where love transcends what life entails. A message passed, a pain released, In knowing souls find their own peace. To be a medium's no easy task, But love surrounds us, ever vast. With spirits as my steadfast guide, I walk with angels by my side.