I follow the sound
Turn down the path
But find you gone.
I’m unsure
What secrets you bear;
You beckon to me
And I follow to find
You’re not there.
I wish I knew
What you seek;
Our times misalign,
With me forever ahead
And you always behind.
There’s some business
Between us
I’m sure,
But no matter what I try
You remain aloof
Just out of sight.
Yet on late afternoons
When shadows are long
You’re waiting still…
I see you against
The setting sun
Beckoning
From the hill.