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?