This is a poem
written by Paul James Green, Bridget's brother, who died in a car
accident in Australia in 1990 when he was 27 years old. I never met
him. One day Bridget received a bunch of his poems, and this was
among them. I set it to music, and gave it the working title "Paul's
Song", which has, for better or for worse, stuck. - James
I remember you as you were
then
A young rose unfolding
Beautiful and delicate
Like a fine crystal
I watched in joy as reflections revealed
All I'd ever dreamed of woman
And then you loved me...
When my mind is quiet she joins me
Stepping out of my memory, greeting like an old friend
Her soft, pooled eyes caressing back faith
In tomorrow's birth
She walks beside me now, along a once-rushing stream
Now soft, dry sand muffles my footsteps
She makes no mark, yet is present.
