Dedicated to Olivia Newton-John.
I wrote this some time ago for her. She inspires me and so many others with her music, and I would be overjoyed to know that my gift could inspire her in return. She has endured much, yet her song remains in the air and in our hearts. She is a constant, a friend for us, and a kindred spirit.
I wrote this some time ago for her. She inspires me and so many others with her music, and I would be overjoyed to know that my gift could inspire her in return. She has endured much, yet her song remains in the air and in our hearts. She is a constant, a friend for us, and a kindred spirit.
She came from down under,
With a voice like no other,
Singing love of life from her heart,
All those with ears,
Would hear beauty through the years,
That has blossomed more fully from the start.
From the country she came,
A southern style she sang,
Joining voice and heart with John,
With Denver she learned how to fly away,
Not knowing away he would fly,
In his leaving she joined those who cried,
Yet carried on his love in her song.
With Andy so young and so bright,
She sang her song in new light,
With the Brothers Gibb,
As close as family,
Singing with Maurice and Barry,
She would not let love be thrown away,
When away flew the life of Andy.
When the storm came for her,
She clung to the tree,
As cancer came like wind blown hail,
She would not give up her heart,
She would not silence her love,
And in singing her life did prevail.
Threw all of this and more,
She has sailed her ship to shore,
Wind filled with love’s power through song,
As we are each broken by pain,
We hear her voice again,
And know that no trials may last too long.
So for never giving up,
And never giving in,
And never losing sight,
For against love all hardship is trivia,
So that others may read,
Of how strength comes through love,
This poem is written for Olivia.
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