Your song, I can hear,
as if the tune was written for me,
like a stream flowing over small stones polished to perfection,
the wind blowing
quietly in the trees,
the sun in the sky,
peeking, daring me to fly,
your song I can hear, but sometimes I don't know why,
It finds in me words, words I did not know,
as you pour me from you, as if you too know
the reality of a dream like many
following an unknown path,
but still, but still I can hear your song,
In the quiet of the night
I hear you, silence does not silence you,
when I turn myself over to sleep, it is as if you
are there to reasssure me, it is okay,
it won't go wrong, I am here for you,
sing, sing with me, please sing along,
sing your song,
I hear every tune, every note, every word
in a dream melody like a lark over a morning lake
sounding morning's arrival, I hear it, I hear it so
clearly that my heart cannot help but pound,
I finally hear you in the middle of any storm,
I hear you like I found you somewhere on this journey,
a search for stories, the lark flew
and the words came to me,
and the song within us all,
and that is where the dream sings,
and that is where our story begins,
this is where your dream lives,
dream your song,
it is yours to begin,
yours to sing.
BY Melinda Cochrane copyright