Do you hear me across the miles,
Calling out your name?
Stumbling through the night,
I’ve forgotten the words
but not the significance.
Keep the candle lit and
Take me by the hands,
Home is where I want to go.
The place our hearts
Once danced in time,
Where you knew my thoughts
Before they were mine.
Take me home before it’s too late,
My soul’s grown tired
And the moon won’t wait,
For those lost in desire
By nocturnal wandering’s fate.
Amanda Makepeace's Imagination Run Amok 
I like the pairing of your words and your watercolor painting. Nice. 🙂
Thank you! The painting is actually just a portion of a larger painting, but like you, I liked how it went with the poem.
A beautiful poem, Amanda. The painting is just perfect.
Thank you, Sandy! 🙂