Within the sea of many faces,
Marching forward with many paces,
Dodging, weaving, and sifting through,
Desperately finding what's left of you.
A whisper here and an echo there,
Your voice dances freely among the air.
From the singing wren to the cawing crow,
To the gentle flakes in Winter's snow.
Everything is a reminder of you;
And I'll never forget, even if I wanted to.
You're in my heart and part of my soul;
For you are the reason why I'm whole.
My cosmic companion, my other half,
Stopping all time with a photograph.
You are the flower in this sea of sand;
We stand still in a plane so grand.
The faces have come and they've gone,
They've all been true to their song;
And why my tune has skies of blue...
For every note, was sung for you.