Out There
If you are out there somewhere,
leaning in, straining your ear;
if you hold the night like a whorled shell
to hear the past's small roar;
then you must know -
I have to tell you -
how to go about finding me;
only open your golden mouth
and let your song swell.
I will seek you out;
though your song may be small,
the wind will carry it to me.
From the winking edge
of the desert dark
I will turn my steps
where you call.
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