Now You Are Here
The west wind blows its lilting song
by Janine Campbell
Through pale dusk, before moonlight touches,
Pearl fingers on my window.
In star-tossed reflections from above
I call to you, across the darkening seas.
Harps surround me, in fragrant tunes,
Whispering dreams of love.
All things are one with this night,
My heart flies to you, a moth on wing
In raptures with your soul.
And bids you ‘come',
Across the distance that the dark unfolds.
Bringing me tomorrow’s sun,
And all that love holds near.