Valentine Call

I searched for a love to call my own
A place to give my heart a home
Finding only stepping-stones
Giving loneliness its right to the throne

I fell in drenches, climbed prefab hills
Finding only two-minute thrills
Until one night I was draped with a chill
While serenaded by a whippoorwill

She too sang her stories of woe
Tales of sorrow her heart hung low
How she lost her true beau
Her connection to his loving soul

I stood there listening for hours
Her pain, her truth, her astonishing power
As she sang from the old bell tower
Memories of her love never soured

"Child" she spoke with a wise voice
“Just like the sailor it's his choice
To hang his heart on his vessel hoists
Raise it high, we need to rejoice

Time will answer your pleading calls
Fill your cracked castle halls.”
I pondered on her words that drawled
Finally understanding them all

If it is truly meant to be
Love will ultimately come to me
This picture that my mind does see
Will no longer be make-believe.
1-15-05