It is in the high places and wild spaces I see you.
There I hear your laughter echo in the hills,
Dancing on the mist, a will o’ the wisp with joyous grace,
Challenging the wind to chase you
And kiss your face.
I see you on the seashore, running through the waves
Barefoot in a winter sea, being a child because you can,
Leaving your cares abandoned at the water’s edge
Discarded like the shoes you left
Behind you on the sand.
I see you walking underneath the winter trees,
Leaving footprints in the sodden emerald moss
Frozen, fragile glass beneath your feet
As you speak of life and memory
And I watch you change.
I find you in the winter land, in snowy silence.
As a year turns, graced with tears that know no grief
And time falls from your face, forgotten trace
Of another past. I watch…