He stands on a hillside

calling my name.

I hear him every day

but I say shush

to you I can not come

I am here on earth

having too much fun.

 

He wakes me with a serenade

drops petals at my feet

calls out my name

but I say shush

to you I can not come.

 

He teases me with

the moon

the stars

the sunset and dawn

the rainbows

the birds rising in the early morn

and promises he loves me

but I say shush

to you I can not come.

 

This morning

he stood on the hillside

calling my name.

 

Today

I said

now I am ready to come.