Donna Summer

Whispering Waves


       By the shore of the sea searching for his memory
       Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me
       In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain
       And the ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves

       Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand
       Till the earth tends to flow and our names will be drowned
       All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze
       While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves

       There's a bistro where we would dine each evening
       Candle light and California wine
       Love is holding hands across the table
       I still go past each night
       Look for his car outside

       At the foot of this cliff we spent days weaving our dreams
       Making plans building homes raising kids and coloring scenes
       Then one morning he was gone and our story reached an end
       But his words still linger on on whispering waves

       By the shore of the sea searching for his memory
       Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me
       All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze
       While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves

Donna Summer, 63, passed away from lung cancer yesterday.  The Ultimate Disco Queen gave me the ultimate bar, club & discotheque memories of Manila's night life in the seventies--Q, Stargazer, Cellar, Jungle Bar, El Camarote, 1571, On, and Where Else?  And yet for me, the most haunting memories are brought forth not by the boom-boom beats of her greatest hits, but by her most intimate ballad.

Your music lives on in my heart.  Farewell.