pieces of me

In the quiet stillness of early morning
When everyone has all gone to bed
a quiet ringing goes through my ears
and through my head

I listen with my heart
and strain to feel your spirit
in my dim surroundings
I close my eyes and hear it

I feel you calling
an uspoken invitation
I wish that it were true
and more than my imagination

But in the early morning hours
I close my eyes and feel
and strain and imagine
that you are real

and in this lost moment
When my thoughts tend to wander
its you I long for
and you I ponder

where are you?

~ © James T. Adair ~