Calling

I call to you across mountains and deserts and windy canyons

I have at times been able to talk

Can you hear me?

I walk around another shadow and I can feel sounds reverberating down the inside of me,

and I am

looking for someone like me, aching like mad

Can you feel me?

I am restless looking for only another alleyway and peeking into windows as I pass without destination,

seeing things that look like they might be alive

Can you see me?

And there must be someone somewhere like me

and we can have endless conversations, sane and mad

we could drink rum & coke and eat toast and jam

and I could taste once more of wonder

Is it enough to only imagine?

At the bottom of the ocean I feel swayed by currents

I feel rising waters and enormous pressures

Can you save me?