Is something calling again
From the distant hills outbound?
Is it a small voice within
Or something hidden without?
What awaits you down the road
Once you cross the valley bridge?
Should you find it and take hold
Will it satiate a wish?
Will you bring just a trace home
To keep like you’ve never left?
Would you soon divulge of some
Memories upon your breath?
That voice was welcome when young, but when old perhaps the best thing one can hope for is to be able to say to it “no I’ve found what I was looking for”