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 …