Shadows dark deepen night,
Come to me campfire light.
Harsh winds waves of the ocean fierce,
Eyes over distance a heart to pierce.
He calls. A whisper in the mist of time,
A beating heart that captured mine.
Captivated by a love held true,
It matters not I do not know you.
I hear him. A wistful voice upon the wind,
My soul yearns for a love to begin.
I can feel the steady rhythm of his heart,
I reach. My tears tear me apart.
© Cynthia Clark