1 Kathy's Song Poem by Edith Niemeyer

Come I upon lightly's steps,
Where autumn meets the gold,
Where evening gathers memories
Too tender to be told.
The river carries yesterday
Beyond the fading sun,
Yet somewhere in its winding
Tomorrow has begun.

An eagle keeps beside me,
Not leading where I go,
His quiet eyes hold distances
My heart has yet to know.
And somewhere near the dogwood bloom,
On wings too swift to see,
A hummingbird hangs motionless—
As though awaiting me.

Chorus
A love song never written,
Yet somehow always known,
A melody within the heart
That time has never owned.
No page could ever hold it,
No ending make it through—
For what the soul remembers
Keeps becoming something new.

A love song never written,
A love song never gone,
It waits between the yesterday
And what is coming on.
And when my lightly's footsteps
Awaken what lies still—
Perhaps the path remembers me
Before I know it will.

Verse 2
Pearls rest softly at my heart,
Not brilliant, only there—
Like little rounds of memory
That time has learned to wear.
The willow bends above me,
Its branches intertwine,
As though the years themselves have grown
Their story into mine.

And somewhere waits a walking staff,
Still sleeping from my hand,
Its stones remembering other lives
I do not understand.
Among them rests a purple haze,
Not brighter than the rest—
Only mine among the five,
A quiet mark confessed.

Bridge
Do not tell me where I'm going.
Do not light the whole pathway.
Let tomorrow keep its mystery;
Let me find it step by step.

For perhaps a journey isn't made
By knowing what will be—
Perhaps the stone awakens
Only when it recognizes me.

Final Chorus
A love song never written,
Yet carried all along,
Through eagle wings and autumn leaves,
Through silence becoming song.
Through every imprint left behind,
Through every road unknown,
Something waits within the path
That only I can own.

So come I upon lightly's steps,
Where evening touches now—
I need not know the ending,
Nor understand the how.

For somewhere past the setting sun,
Beyond what I can see,
'Til the future becomes the now…
The pathway waits for me.

Outro — almost whispered
A love song never written…
never forgotten.
Only waiting
to be lived.