Monday, 16 February 2009
My Spirit Calls to You
I lie awake and think of you
Your bubbling beauty.
My body calling to you across
The oblivious ploughed fields and still muddy lanes.
Insistent, perceivably silent, yet shouting still.
The stars undimmed by surburban glow
Shine down in their billions
On the space between,
Illuminating the innocent distance.
Lighting the journey of my spirit's voice
As it calls to you come home to me.
It will be heard and silent it will not be:
Come home to me.