For Gale

To all the poets, to all the painters,
to all the makers of song
Whose hands touch the faces of sorrow and beauty
And draw back the curtains of dawn.
Your eyes see the colors, Your hearts bring the tears,
Your voices invite us along.
Your pictures and phrases could never uncover
what I see in my love.

The light in her eyes could never be captured,
Nor could you hear the love in her breath.
No words could describe the feel of her touch
When it breaks through my emptiness.

I’ve been on this earth for many a year,
I’ve seen and heard and I know
When the sun rises, how the moon changes,
Where all the rivers will flow.
I’ve sailed on the ocean, been lost in the woods,
I’ve wandered through cities alone.
But nowhere I’ve been has done me as good
As to be with her in our home.

Just to wake in the morning and find her beside me
Is enough to bring me to tears.
And to spend just one day with such love and beauty
Is enough to bless all my years.

What more can I say? For I cannot describe her,
my words are like stones in the fields.
The birds may sing, the light may shine,
Yet nothing of her is revealed.
She walks through the world
like the moon through the clouds,
She calls on the angels by name.
Her heart’s in the heavens, her love falls like rain
Through every dimension and plane.