Beholden to you

In a whisper that should have seemed so sweet

He exclaimed how beautiful I was to see

I asked if then he had seen me dance

On the leaves of the trees which the wind did hail

Or had he heard the crumpled leaves which

Swayed in the breath of my new song?

Had he seen me burn in the heat

Of night’s distant, twinkling light?

Did he feel my cringe while I watched

A starving child who could not be touched?

Could he smell the sweat of the long, hard day

When I wasn’t sure I could take any more?

Did he watch me care about the dying man

Who never even knew I was there?

I wondered if he saw me there, dancing on the swaying leaves

And I wondered how beautiful he was, for this, I’m afraid, I could not yet see…

(Awww c'mon... tell me what you did see...please!)