I hear a distant sound,
faint and unidentifiable.
Light water babbling in a distant brook,
or birds serenading beloved oaks.
I feel a sound, deep in my chest,
existing far beyond me.
A rhythm of a different heart…
A gathering of drums…
I see a sound far off on the horizon,
shimmering and indistinct.
Like stardust on a sunny day,
or moonlight on a distant wave.
I smell a sound that doesn’t fit,
a passing scent, a simple whiff.
Like woodsmoke from a mile distant,
or night blooming flowers lost in darkness.
I taste a sound, both bitter and sweet,
teasing my tongue with its familiarity.
A hint of lavender and vanilla
with just the right touch of citrus mixed in…
Overwhelmed my senses be by something
neither I nor others can truly see.
Being called to distant places (or times),
being called to my discovery…
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So long, folks, for a little while at least, for I am being called away. Don’t know how long I’ll be “gone” this time, but I’m sure I’ll be back this way. I tried to resist, staying grounded, staying “home”. But the answers I seek simply aren’t here anymore.
So don’t feel forgotten, don’t feel ignored, for I’ve done neither of those things. Unless, of course, you prefer it that way; then, by all means, carry on! 😀