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I composed this poem with Susan at http://polysyllabicprofundities.com/ It’s always a pleasure to write with her, so thanks Susan!

Amidst the calling wind I turn
to find you there, bating
the imprints you left behind
as you found your voice

I watched you follow that cry
churning in desperate circles
chasing the sound you had forgotten
remembering when your voice was strong

It was then that I began to fall
if only for the reaching, the sound
of my own echoes were of remorse
the recall of these discrepancies

I search for your hand
to steady me and  hold me as I fall
stronger than any voice in the dark
the errant sounds land heavily on my heart

It is this restitution which I embrace
in order to continue on, calling along the way
while you become the stronghold,
the stage of my convictions

I seek and hold the dulcet tones
those symbols of your existence in my reality
those things that hold me true to who I am
and that voice that draws me to you