New Poem 

New Poem

In my dreams I wander along a misted path
Tears of rain dripping from ancient trees
As I climb higher and higher
To stand at last alone
With my face raised toward the blue of the evening sky.

My soul is called by something
Something for which I do not have a name
But which beckons me to follow.

I can see your face transparent in the twilight
As brilliant stars begin to appear
And the heart cry of my soul wails in the distance.

There is a longing in me...
A longing that nothing has filled
That nothing has quenched.

I call for you
Silently...so silently...
As the winds blow around me...