It’s cold, empty
When he goes
When his voice silences
And the stillness knows
No boundaries here
In this prairie dusk
Where I wait and wonder
On this dark cusp
For a touch
That doesn’t come.

So silence that wind
That howls ’round your heart
Close the door on the sadness
Close the door on the dark
Because we all stand and wait
For the words that will calm us
Whether or not
There is someone to call us-

Go where it’s warm
Find that loving embrace
When winter is home
Look for a sunnier place
If love ever speaks
Follow his call
Into that warm place
Whatever the cost
Because he may only call once
If he calls you at all.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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