Yes, I hear you calling

Calling to that other me

The me that disappeared,

Vanished, slipped away quietly.


That me would have answered

Those call willingly

Would walk spirit in spirit through

life’s fantasies and veils

Stripping the covered feelings from covered eyes

Glorying in the renewed spirits.


Not now—the journey seems wrong

The spirits not in harmony

The feelings less than open

The spring gone

The well empty.


When did me disappear

Me came out, looked around and

Slipped gently back—

Back behind the wall.

Don’t beckon me out again

The light hurts, the spirit falls

The crowds push in and

The me gets lost.


Your call is heard by others


To them


Under every cloud


Them up


Hand in hand with another.

(c) 1976

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