“Still” – Written in memory of Karen Telle

 

I still see you

In the soil of every rose garden

In the smiles of saints and sinners

In the dawn of every day

and the nocturne of every night

I still see you

 

I still hear you

In every note in every melody in every song

In the laughter of saints and sinners

In the wayward wind

and the sound of sand and soil

I still hear you

 

I still feel you

In every breath and every heart beat

In the touch of saints and sinners

In the path of pain

and the entrance to emotion

I still feel you

 

I still speak to you

In the well of what I write

In the voices of saints and sinners

In the sound track of my mind

and the din of daylight dreams

I still speak to you

 

I still write you

In cards addressed and mailed

In the journals of saints and sinners

In chapters partially penned

on the pages of our story

I still write you

 

I still need you

In the fear of a fall from grace

In the escape from saints and sinners

In the bravado of brave strangers

and the flames of the fire inside

I still need you

 

I see you in guiding light

Hear you in the silence of sound

Feel you in the dance of dawn

Speak to you in unspoken words

Write you undelivered letters

Need you in dreams delayed

Still