A long time have I lived with youAnd now we must be goingSeparately to be together. Perhaps I shall be the windTo blur your smooth watersSo that you do not see your face too much. Perhaps I shall be the starTo guide your uncertain wingsSo that you have direction in the night. Perhaps I shall be the fireTo separate your thoughtsSo that you do not give up. Perhaps I shall be the rainTo open up the earthSo that your seed may fall. Perhaps I shall be the snowTo let your blossoms sleepSo that you may bloom in spring. Perhaps I shall be the streamTo play a song on the rockSo that you are not alone. Perhaps I shall be a new mountainSo that you always have a home.
Nancy Wood