In the turning, the calling
Waiting for a storm
That never comes
Disappeared somewhere over the Great Lakes
Stories in the wind
Heard along highways,
In parks and city streets
In between this wave and the next
Breaking the shore
The soul breathes
Humble goodbyes
Pen to paper
In a sea of thoughts
And dreams
I remember
A note in the darkness
Rips like thunder
Through my heart
.
lei fraser 