because this may be
the last time
I sing this song
sincerely and reverently
into open air
alive in this place
that knows my stride
through braided seasons
seemingly without end
I sing
as the cardinal
opens the day
radiant in golden hue
I sing for you
as the song dances on air
filling the intervals between
sound and silence
I sing
because this time
shall be unlike any other
echoing in the place
memory reserves as its own
