I hear you
calling my name again
from somewhere
safely far ahead
How could I have been
listening for you
(my heart knows your voice)
stalking you all this time
way back
behind in the bushes somewhere?
Like tracking you
following your scent
(my heart breathes your scent)
but never really
getting near
enough
to capture
How could I say
all this time
I trust you
and not?
How could these bold words
come bravely
out of my mouth
point confidently
from the ends of my fingers
when I'm hiding from you
in transparent camouflage?
I hear you now
calling to me
(with an amused smile)
"I see you
hiding there
I see your feet sticking out
Come here
take my hand
I don't bite
Walk with Me"
Photo, owenshadow, by andrechinn https://flic.kr/p/kuh4F
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