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…