I know there is something here

I can not touch

though I can feel it pushing its way

into my heart

through the heat of the afternoon sun

shining on my tired face

and the smell of the fresh cut grass

below my tired feet

I know there is something here

I can not find

something I had

but somehow lost

I can see it in the clouds

dusting the hazy blue sky

a voice crying out to be heard

a hand reaching out to be held

How do I hold this treasure

in my heart?

How do I find that missing friend

who calls my name?

Where has she gone?...

She is here

she is always here

but where am I?