They Are Calling

Caleb Warner

In my Mind’s Eye I stand before a River

Pondering

Watching

Waiting

Expecting to see

What I cannot see

They are calling to me, the faeries

From the rushes on the River’s bank

But I cannot come to them

They are calling to me, the wood nymphs

Ghosts in the hemlocks

But I cannot come to them

They are calling to me, the naiads

From the cool waters of the River

But I cannot come to them

I can only stand before the River

Pondering

Watching

Waiting

And expect to see

What I cannot see

They are calling

But I cannot come