From the highest ground,

I watch over you to shed the light of your darkest day,

for you always know,

I care less of what or who you are

I am just like your loving mother

who will accept prodigal or good son

 

From the highest ground

I see you like cypress pastures

always green and luscious

never stop asking impossible question

to the wind that blowing into the nowhere land

 

From the highest ground

I think of you like helpless small bird in the pouring rain

jumping from branch to branch

deter the flowers that about to bloom

always anxious and then fly to the other tree

 

From the highest ground

I see you like the wind that blowing calmly from far away

sneaking out in that alley,

then coming through the window that left opened ajar

Then touching my cheek, my lips, and my eyes

 

From the highest ground

you become my heart beat

that faithfully stay to fight this endless painful and sorrow

that never stop giving me answers of thousand secrets

that always writing beautiful poetry of my life

 

I love you, that’s what I want to shout from this highest ground