A Wish and a Feeling

Within me there’s a longing still My heart’s not yet outgrown— A silent ache that wakens now To see the falling snow There’s something in stillness— The way the trees all stand like ghosts, And I can feel cold country winds Enveloping my bones Old roads and forests call my name Just as my soul begins to strain, Half begging not to hear a sound, Half wishing it was there again I fear this ache will not subside Until I rest within her eyes, If fate will grant me what I’ve lost— Our lonely paths again to cross.