Calling

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

Go

To them

Look

Under every cloud

Push

Them up

Climb

Hand in hand with another.

(c) 1976

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