Emma!

I have Snapchat for exactly one reason and it is Emma.  Sometimes I take screenshots so I can show Adam what she sends me.  On Saturday she sent the above picture and then she sent the poem.

Later in the day she sent a recording of her singing the song because she wrote music to go with it.

Just a typical Saturday in Paris for Emma Jayne.

Père Lachaise

Wading through a sea of leaves

Under dark and barren trees

Dead as the bodies underneath

None of them are dead; they sleep.

Over mossy cobblestone

And gravelled rocks so careless, thrown

The ground, the leaves, reclaim their own

And so shall we all turn to bone.

Balance on uneven ground

How does a flat path become round?

And why are birds the only sound?

Here lie the lost, here lie the found.

I cross back down; I cannot rise

This cemetery’s filled with eyes

Those awake and those who lie

In every tomb I’m walking by

Under evergreens the shadows spread

And open doors fill me with dread

Did empty graves give up their dead?

I stop awhile but should press ahead

Some paths are winding, some are clear

Some make peace and others fear

But I cannot leave this graveyard dear

For all the paths lead back to here

So I head home in gathering dusk

I must return to streets I trust

And perhaps the leaves, perhaps the dust,

But something whispers, “Stay with us”

I don't know where she came from sometimes.  She is just this wellspring of poetry and music.  I love that about her.

What I really really love is that she is coming home today!  In 12 or so hours, I'll be wrapping my arms around that girl (and then sending her tired self to bed).