Your life sings and hums with harmonies I'll never know.
You skip through fields of opportunity even as
you draw choruses of oohs and aahs
for the way you walk,
dignified,.

     People take notice
and become your song.

But there is more. Deep in the windswept prarie that is
my heart, you are fierce wind that gathers and releases
in sweet surrender to all you have not allowed
to be as it is and was,
infinite.

     Here the song was blessed
and began.

I used to be in your crowd, my heart brought to life when
you hurried by and winked a wish my way.
Far removed, still I am your champion.
I cannot bring myself to be
anything other than
who I am.

     People take notice
and condemn me for it.

But there is more. Deep in the ocean of plenty that is
your heart, I am the waves that wash over you,
reminding you of what is forever, of all
that waits for you on distant shore:
life even more, song of 
who you are.

     Your song, twice blessed,
will carry on.
 
     Until the wind you are stirs the ocean I am
     inside your heart and floods me full
     with song I remember...

     Until the waves I am rise to meet the sky
     you have always been and dance
     slow in a tender rain...

You cannot hear me through the crowd, I know.
Perhaps you no longer care that I am there.
I have made my peace with that for now.

One day, on your way to what is next,
you may be stirred again by waves
of remembrance rising up.

One day, you may reach into my heart
and extract forgotten harmonies, and
our song will be made whole.

I've lost sight of you walking so easily 
through rolling hills of promise but breathe in
your life's song and sing it with my own.