Between
An eager eye in space
Search high and low
Long to see the face
Search a thousand rows
From the sky to ground
Hill to peak of snow
All that I have found
Is nothing to be seen
Faint; a growing sound
You have always been
Here I stand between
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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