The Goddess Calls Poem by Patrick William Kavanagh

Who are you?
Strange longing that has crept into my restful soul,
I hear your quiet whisper, but, in words not of my race...
There is nothing in this world is seek, - My cup is full
and yet you call me softly from some distant place.

Are you the whisper in the wind that calls my name?
The Breaking of the waves against some rocky shore?
Or Moonlit shadows rustling in some country lane.
I feel as...if somehow you've called my name before.

Stay! ..don't fade away!
Your gentle torture seems to stir my bones.
I wait and listen in this dying light of day,
Perhaps My Goddess speaks in these soft tones.

Oh that were I not so deaf and blind
to all those things on which my spirits soar,
If all the thoughts which cloud my mind were gone,
And only You and I remained as once before.

16/04/12
New Holland