A Searching Soul

It calls to me - a whisper falling on the wind
Prompted by want, my soul carefully approaches

In the distance still - It stirs and beckons
The rustle of leaves, the snap of a twig
My presence is known.

Searching - I continue until It finds me
Blackness surrounds me, and I stumble forward
Mouth open - I search for my voice
Suffocated by the night, it is but a sigh in the darkness