I Know You Hear Me
John McGlynn
She's the light brush of wings of a myriad thing
In the place between summer and winter
She's the last ray of light in the cold dark of night
She's sudden and secret
I know you hear me whenever you're near me
She's the first to be heard and the last dying word
As the tear stains collect on your pillow
She's the shape in the rain through a cold windowpane
She suddenly sees you
I know you hear me whenever you're near me