Her feet pound out a New York rhythm
on the heated pavement of the lonely city streets
Surrounded by unfamiliar faces, she searches for something
that's never to be found
Even she doesn't know what she looks for
Too proud to admit she doesn't see
but not ashamed to continue the race
Her feet play the music while
her mind deals with a confusion of notes
that will never resonate
The scent of the sullen city and the sounds of
jazz played on the backburner of a dark-alley bar
cloud her vision
Let your soul sing and you will see
You fly so high above the world
darting in and out of the blanketed truth as you please
Teasing the clouds with the promise
of your gracious embrace.
Through lavender hued sunsets
to the crimson wake of the morning
your chariot is guided by
a single essence.
You live strong enough to defeat the rain
sending it's harsh light and deafening trumpets
to the far gone past
from whence it came.
You live so full of grace
you embody the sun like a golden thread
from which you create the web of opulence
that is Your Life.
To be you is to
soar like a bird in the heavens
encompass all the beauty of the earth
have control of your past
weave your own destiny.
This is You.
One of my favorite pieces, "Shannon's Song," was written about my sister. As she read it for the first time, she said it was as if I had been by her side the entire time; you will understand as you read it.
"Woman" was actually written about my mother. She is a strong and unbelievable woman that shows the most incredible grace. She represents everything amazing to me. I chose the title because to me, my mother represents everything that every woman wants to possess.