Come Down Now..

This is such a different tone from the previous post, but that's how it goes sometimes.

Do you know, I am not the eldest after all. My mother told me a few years ago that she lost a baby before she had me...never even knew its gender.

I was so young when she told me and now I can't remember if she cried. But my parents never mention it - in fact, I think that I am the only one of my siblings that knows. I wonder about it a lot, though. I wonder how life would be different being the second child. I wish I knew when it - flew away - so I could maybe - celebrate? commemorate? I don't know.
(My mother wanted to forget that day, so she did.)

But, you remember that connection I talked about with Band of Brothers a few months ago? That same connection - a deeper one, even - is what I feel between myself and my too-precious-for-this-world sibling.

Oh, so many songs are flitting through my head as I write.
I'll Be Seeing You, Bing Crosby.
We'll Meet Again, Vera Lynn.

Old songs - the kinds that play in the back of your mind when you flip through a grandparent's sepia-tinged photo album.

I'm not going to ruminate on this longer. Some emotions are too sweet and bitter to be written down.

I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head

When you're away, when I am missing you to death
When you were out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

I've tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
Sounded thin upon listening

That frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll say...

Such Great Heights
Iron&Wine