In the still morning I wonder where you are
O you of the hidden nature you
mysterious traveling poet you
wanderer you collector of stories
of words of puzzles of birds you
fragrant wisp of cool night air
you dazzling conductor of grace
you of the guileless heart you
gatherer of stones, singer of truth
dancer of love life compassion
you whistler of timeless tunes.
You.
Write me a letter in the darkling sky
with only your eyes
whisper the secrets and I
I will find you.
Beautiful.
Thanks, Michele! I felt a little floaty as I wrote it. It was a lovely feeling to be writing it.