calling
to
the mindless
eloquence of my soul,
she seeks
me
out.
violently.
lovingly.
relentlessly.
i
want to fly
to her.
i know not
her name
i know not
to where she beckons,
and
if
she will still
be
there if I
arrive.
but
I yearn
to taste
the wisdom
of her passing bys.
I yearn
to seek
and never find.
I yearn
