There is something in the distance.
I can’t see but I can hear.
A murmur or a whimper.
Words are faint, they call me ‘Dear.’
More a feeling than pure certainty.
It might be in my mind.
Or maybe its a cry for help.
From the valley of the blind.
I guess I’ll just keep looking…
Keep my ears pinned to the ground.
There is something There I’m certain.
That still asks for me around.