I call and call into the void
A name peculiar to my ears,
A word they say I should avoid
But that chases away my fears.
I shout and shout into a sea
Of thousands of bright stars and moons
Hoping someone will hear this plea,
Hoping for them to reply soon,
Sadly my voice echoes against
A wall of emerald and silver
– Strong standing rocks, trees that shiver –
And my answer, I have long sensed,
Shall not return to put to rest
The aching of my wounded soul
For in this infinite forest
None can keep long their feelings whole.
I call and call as the days part
A name familiar to my lips,
A word that has come to eclipse
Even the bright Sun in my heart.