A Cry in the Night

My soul is homeless,
She cried.
In her dreams she keeps searching,
Wandering through foreign landscapes,
Accosted by strangers
Some charming and seductive,
Some leaving
without warning.

When morning comes
Wild geese open their wings
To carry her away,
Away to the river
She has been longing for.
She rides facing into the wind
Tears streaming from her eyes.

Her heart and soul, as one,
Are heading home,
Her Home, there, on the river,
In the mists of time.