This

Let me be a feather
Maybe two
Or even three
And dance with lonely butterflies
…Above a rolling sea
The way you never danced with me

Let me be a wing
If I cannot
Be given two
And be the final autumn leaf
…That never fell or flew
Because I painted it for you

Let be the summer
Or the wind
Or just the rain
And sing along with all the storms
…And all the weathervanes
And all the storms that never came

Let me be your light
Or else a genie
Or a wish
And fill your heart with all things
…I know you deeply miss
The way I wish that, long ago, I told you this

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