The Calling

The calling

Running through the field,
Wind streaming through their hair.
Beaming smiles upon their faces.
Evanescence is the time gone past.
Now they are vibrant and live without fear.

This is the land that time forgot,
Never aging
Never growing.
Paused, unchanged.

No longer are the shadows murmuring in the unreachable distance,
they are now bright,
loud, clear.
The day now holds promise.
More than they had ever thought it could.
Together they sigh, drinking in the pure bliss,
never wanting that moment to end.

The day flows into the warm night.
And then they hear the calling
“Little one,
Reach for the distant star.
You’ll reach it if you try.
So stretch, lean out far.”

The tiny hands stretch out,
A child like smile lights their faces,
At long last they have found what they was searching for,
Their serene almost silent calling