Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Longing Returns














I wandered out into the night,
I heard them calling me.
They whispered in the hollow reeds
That dance down by the sea.

I know that they are out there still,
Beneath the moon’s chill glow.
I saw them laugh and beckon me
Then go where I can’t go.

I linger, still, down by the shore,
Hoping they left a trace,
But all I find is a dark sea
Reflecting the moon’s face.

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