he does not know

She writes to him
Though he cannot read
Too blind to see
Who he wants to be

She sings to him
Though he cannot hear
For that she vowed
To shed more tears

She dances to his tune
A tune of love
That dies too soon

He lifts her up into the sky
Then leaves her there
To watch over him
He does not know
How high she goes
With just a word
Or a single rose

She holds her life
In the palm of her hand
She tells him she has a gift
For him to keep
By his side
She says it is big
She says it is wide
Yet next to him
It is small enough to fit
The palm of his hand
Hoping that one day
He will understand

She is a poet
Without the song
She is a poet
A poet for too long
Too small for time
Too small for the world
To turn and smile
To stop the clock
And listen.. for a while

She tells her story
She writes a book
She is the one
That he should see
He is the one
Who dares not to look!