Sitting in the dimming sun,
contemplating life,
I hear a chant
a mere whisper of a song.
I try to ignore it, but it grows louder
with every chirp of a bird or wave of the sea.
I try to drown it out with my dark, enveloping thoughts,
try to pretend that this strange song
Isn't absorbing into my body, my soul
filling every hole and crack that past lovers
mindlessly chiseled.
I try to be indifferent, but soon realize
that I not only desire to hear it,
but long for it, strain for it, and I give up all hope
and listen
with every minute fiber within me, afraid
that it will be drowned out by the songs of crickets
and the children laughing.
What is this melody, so entrancing that it seems
almost enlaced with magic, and not even part of this world
but so many levels above the earth?
It's as though the mind
cannot fathom a sound this lovely.
I hear a word now. Coming and going like the ocean's waves.
It calls my name, invites me to cross the vast plains
and stretching seas and perilous mountains to find it.
It is the song of my lover, my companion
whom I have not even met, or maybe I did
just the passerby, anxiously pacing the busy streets
Perhaps I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine
and that is what connects us now.
He calls to me with such devotion, such love
as I have never heard, nor felt from another.
It is this undying love that lifts his song
above the trees and mountains and houses,
reaching from his world to mine
so that it caresses my ears and immerses my soul.
I am drawn to him.
I begin to stand, a breeze fanning my cheek.
It is my beloved kissing me, ever so lightly.
I close my eyes, and try to imagine his face,
his eyes.
And I remember
from that time so long ago on the street
when our gazes met
and our spirits intertwined.
But as soon as his lovely image enters my mind,
it leaves again, gone as the dying flowers in winter's breath
I miss him already
and he still calls my name.
I will wait.
Until glorious fate brings us together again
Until we are both ready to handle the vast amount of love
that we carry for one another.
Until I may hear his heavenly song and see his face simultaneously.
I turn on my heel, and sadly, longingly walk towards home,
as he cries on me,
manifesting his tears with the warm summer rain.
