The sound of thunder
without rain.
Call out
and listen,
only an echo returns.
Cry a tear,
stop the world from turning,
stand and shout,
nothing changes.
Sit and ponder,
dreams undreamed,
stories untold,
Faith unanswered.
Then, I hear it,
a small voice.
You whisper
messages I barely hear,
of magic trees and
places farther off
than distances can cover.
Things I thought I'd never see,
yet now through your eyes,
I catch a glimmer.
Beautiful,
unspeakable.
So here I sit
and wait
and hope
for your return.