Looking for you. That voice told me you had gone.
Tried to call on the ancient ones, by looking at an old photograph,
of a hero I once knew.  Only thing I really saw, was in old black and white.

Was it a voice, or could it have been a smell, were you just sitting in the sun
watching quietly all along, high above in those trees, just staring down at me?
Making judgments about how it was supposed to be.

So many clouds come by, then shadows soon appear. Don't you know i am near?
Faded memories of something you once said, come flooding back into my mind,
after really only seeing you as an old photograph.

If only an ancient one was around for me to find, so I could be sure it
wasn't you, storing up a cold breeze to come and finally find me.  And then say
something prophetic that was in storage from time left behind.

So Was it a hero, I was wanting to find?

Kelly Waldin ©11/11/20

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