To You
written by Sara So Far
during lockdown in Cyprus, April 2020
Over city parks where trees
are whispering solitude
Their leaves still full of children’s laughter
of these days and weeks gone by
Over empty sidewalks and cafes
Over stacked-up tables and chairs
Over pavement that speaks a thousand words
A million footsteps that still echo
Over stairs that hum the song
of sacred adaptation
Over rigid souls that melt
before the gift of time
Over gardens where acceptance grows
I’ll rise, to get to you, you, you, you
Over fields of yellow, fields of green
of life that must remain unseen
And roads that seem to stretch into
the outskirts of our minds
Over undulating hills and
over rivers that run dry
Over mountaintops of white
Over treetops through the night
Over seas that roll their waves
upon the broken land of man
Over depths of blue
where life surges on
Over soil awaiting seeds of hope
I’ll fly, to get to you, you, you, you
Over balconies where
flowers whither and voices bloom
And over roofs of plenty, roofs of hunger,
roofs of harmony and roofs of strife
Over roofs of sickness, roofs of health,
roofs of work, roofs of play
Over buildings that heave with toil
by brave, exhausted shoulders
Over hearts that beat
in spaced apart rhythms of longing
Over carpets worn by knees
that bend in supplication
With the birds who’ve claimed their space at last
I’ll fly, to get to you, you, you, you