You Must Come To Me!

If there is a warrant in the hinterlands, 
bring that to me 
If there are unseen longings in the leaves, 
bring that to me 
No matter if eastertide comes or not 
But you must come to me …

Even tides would fall harking to your stories 
Savvying your reflections in the dews 
And my glimpse would cavort hide and seek 
No matter if you could perceive it or not 
But you must come to me …

My heart is weening something 
I yearn this life doesn’t curtain in waiting
If you could discern me calling from the clouds 
No matter if orbs do fall or not 
But you must come to me …