A light it glows upon the rocks
Calling out and sending shocks
A rhythmic beat, a pulse of love
A resonance, yet not enough

The bag awaits its content to be
Shirts and Shorts quite possibly
A book, a tune, a reference point
To a land called home to soul anoint

The pull is strong, yet hesitant
In seek of life benevolent
The warmth and promise of talk intense
Yet still in fear and reticence

In doubt of word and feeling be
Just lost in a mazed soliloquy
Tender words that dance on ice
Perhaps for now, that will suffice