a distant face

When I leave you
It isn’t
Though you will never hear my voice,
Or know my song.

When I’m gone
You’ll know
Each time the gentle flowers bloom,
In every field.

You’ll hear me
In the
Whispers of every blade of grass,
Only softly.

I’ll be there
In all
The butterflies of your garden,
In the meadows.

I shall be
Always
A distant face in the window,
But silently.

When I leave you
You’ll see
In every star and each moon-beam,

How I love you.




SJL: 9th July, 2003