My Way of Being With You

My Way of Being With You

When you sing our lullaby,
From years so long gone by,
Reaching far in your memories.
Says the mother to the child,
That's my way of being with you.

When you smell my sweet scent,
Let not the dark descend,
For it is me comforting you.
Says his lover to the man,
That's my way of being with you.

When you touch a feather fallen,
Know that it's me callin'
On the brush of the gentle wind.
Says the best friend to the girl,
That's my way of being with you.

When you walk into the sea,
On a hot day blissfully,
Let the waves lick you ankles ever so playfully.
Says the child to the father.
That's my way of being with you.

When my lightened Spirit leaves,
I surrender and lastly breathe,
Sweet air on your velvet face.
Say those who have made peace,
That's our way of being with you.

By Andrea Kaldy

March 2010

Photo by Stephanie Zagalak