Saying this is like speaking to the wind
as if it will carry my voice to your ear
its hush as I say your name
and still I dream it
still I wake to voice you
to say those words
however wide the worlds
that breath blows in
as it travels across
rocks, ocean, wide plains of grass
your name echoed
a thousand times
in leaves of wheat
in the sinking whoosh
of the sunset
hear me voice you
calling out
calling you home
all the world stops
what reaches my waiting
but the sound of my own name.

-kaw kaw Corbyhawk