Walk then, touch the silent acres, dew pond wet with shining grass unbroken, a day still new, wrapped in promise newly woken, bare feet make the morning
The world rushes by through my window I try to capture each glimpse in my mind How can I save the small wonders I know If the scenes come just as quick as they go
I watch it all pass in the distance Wanting to spare these memories for you But futility holds with resistance And those things slip away in an instant
What is it worth if I can't have you here? Beauty is dull and amazements are cheap Nothing can matter when my heart isn't near I'd trade all these sights for you to appear
I wrote this for my husband on a bus ride through Italy while touring without him for a series of ballet gala performances.
when the Tuscan sunlight trickled through the blinds, pouring gold specks into the room and your light hums reverberated into my ear as we laid in tangled sheets it dawned on me that home was never a place — home was a person. this is it, i thought this is home.