does your heart


call my name?


in the way mine has sung yours


in showers of sadness,

clouds of confusion,

and winds of wander?

it is

only in quiet

can I escape.

drift as dry leaves

down an autumn lane.


one with with crumble and the crispness

there in the bluster and the breathless

forever in the wait and the wayfare.

in that still of body and mind,

I find my center again.

my soul’s song remembered

singing my own lyrics,

but your name

is always in the chorus.


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