The Dream by Herman Riffel

Like the call of the loon in the lonely night,

Like the pull of the treasure deep in the earth,

Like the call of the wild in the boredom of life

So like a whisper, it breathes in your ear.

Like the unquenchable desire of the forbidden fruit,

Like the first sight of land to a man lost at sea,

Like the puzzle of a mystery waiting to be solved

So beckons the dream when the mind is still. 

Listen, it will speak again, for it is God’s call.

So subtle, so quickly escaping, and gone.

But to the one who has ears to hear,

And eyes to see beyond horizons to the stars afar