A lonesome dove I am,
I find a joy in peace,
This is Beauty's gift to me.
In the silence space where one is not seen, I rest.
I am the grace you do not see,
The feel of beauty is the me that I am.
When all seems lost,
When one so dear calls,
Through the wind and rain,
Like a balm upon a wound,
There is a place where I am not,
The place where you are here for me,