On Wings of Longing

         On Wings of Longing

In future I will fly to Spain to find . . .

And find.  I hope to find a long-lost past

With someone in it, long in heart and mind

Of meetings, Edinburgh, Aix . . . memories vast

For me, as long as forty years and more.

This one I hope to find and find belongs

To me, this wonder whom I knew before

On Pentland Hills and France.  My center longs

For moments in our history.  Come, come back

Bing Videos

The way migrating birds find paths back home.

I want to find a heart piece that I lack.

I want to fly like bees to honeycomb.

  Sevilla in its oldest, central part

    Is calling me, is calling to my heart.

Phillip Whidden