I call out to you
At the hour when the men are heard
Crying out for their women
In a place
Where echoes only
Are heard.
Sun-warm
And grass-feel
No longer please me
In my waking dream.
If what is real
Is life
Is not
I am alone.
How long
Shall I reach out
Without touching––
Cry out
Without answer––
Languish
Only wanting.
If you return
And I do not rise
To greet you––
As love is law
Regard my soul
as dream.