Wherever she stepped on the bare ground
All around her grasses and trees flourished
And as she progressed through towns
Those who had seen her felt a distinct and wordless recognition
Somehow neither noticing nor disregarding her presence...

And when she had enough of her travels she walked into the eye of a hurricane
And melted into the wind.

I couldn't look to see her face.
I dared not look at her.
But only rested my eyes on the shadow behind her as we made our way.
Seamen may have heard and turned their heads to look
At the vast open endless answer.
She says I am with you. Maybe that's true...

Two silhouettes on the sand, the sun shining brightly behind us.
It was morning
And with her heart she looked at me and saw me as a fellow being
It seemed she was about to speak of other worlds and better times...
I dreamed she did speak to me, you see
Here I am and that is enough for now

Then the memory of her shadow turning
In tunnel vision like a silent home movie
Playing and repeating
Her shade spinning growing past her feminine shape -
A wave of hand on this rotation a quiet laugh on that
The profile for a moment, her shadow rising like a bird
Its wings stretching - the shape shifting - the tossing of her hair
Like a mare free, prancing
The moment played and replayed
While I stared transfixed dizzy at her spin
She flickered and I couldn' t remember exactly who she was or who she had been.

This is what it's like when someone you love has gone
And you hope to see them in dreams
Though you never remember all you want to say...