SHOULD YOU FIND HER

if some time someone should find these Beads
threaded on a innocent string of silk
along pathways of village lanes
let him know — they are Pearls — they lit up
the face of a young-old Heart

I'm sending my Pearls
on the wings of the Wind
like scents of blooming lilies carried on air
let her wear them; they belong to her
like life's own path like elks in hunting season

tell her gently
our paths are hidden fields of force
that call us home
when we can no longer bear to be alone

and between the hours of the day
somewhere in the fog
we will sing a welcome song—