Where Are You?

Your name is in my ragged breath
Crawling out of my eyes in crystal balls.
The patch of white gifted by Gauls,

Sitting in my head, a crown of wreath.
I’ve seen your face in dream bubbles,
Ridding me of withering rubble.

Oh stead of ocean’s calm!
Mount Ekron’s salvaging balm.
Whom my spirit longs to meet,
With ardent promises greet.
Your invisible hold beneath my arm,
Where is my sonorous alarm?

Vera