Just Beyond What are they trying to tell me? The trees, the river, the soft falling mist I feel that if I look into them and listen to them Long enough or hard enough I will find the answers. It is just past the edge of my vision If I could just listen a little longer If I could speak the language of the mossy green trees Or see deep beneath the surface of the long, lazy river If I could find a vision in the mist . . . But they elude me. Someday I will find them Just beyond.

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1993