The part of you I carry with me,
tucked in the safest corners of my soul,
hidden from the world outside.
That part of you flows like a brook,
nurturing life in my veins,
gives birth to a me everyday.

The words of you spoke in private,
poems of love and proses of misery,
carrying the weight of your gentle heart.
Those words echo within the canyons,
of the world that I have built,
with all the affection you have given.

The songs you sang to me in the rain,
melodies of the lost and forgotten,
etched on the forests of evermore.
Those songs reverberate within these walls,
on the streets during the revolution,
in the prisons holding the bold and innocents.