Does the water know the winds caress?
Melancholy hearts flutter with unrequited care,
Should she fly, should she stay?
Should she lay, beneath this tree and dream,
Of places no one knows, of people no one sees?
Visions climb and mountains hold out rolling hills
In tender compromise
The land calls longing to enfold her in wild rambling woods,
She is ready to depart this place
© C Rossi-Kenyon March 29, 2012