Will I find you in the midst of the
river, where it has been dry and
thirsty for ages? The waters are
muddy and still; you have not
moved for centuries. You are alone
and the river is moving uphill. How
shall I come? Yet you summon
me; each day, you call my name–
I am haunted by this dream.
Your tears become the river
Your cries the owl’s song
Your heart breaks like a snapping
twig. You are a stranger, a lone
wind in the forest, seeking
shelter and a home. Your fingers
are entwined in the branches
and your soul is untying itself.
Who walks with you?
Your heart weeps with you,
holds your hand. I see you
in my mind, walking, weeping,
and waiting for your hopes
to become flesh in your arms;
for the sky to open and rain.
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