and in the distance could be heard what might have been a whispered word i thought i heard a sighing too and instantly i follow you just beyond and further still a shadow of a larger hill moves between me and my view and interrupts my thought of you then i see a rotten fly across my view into the sky i thought perhaps he somehow knew why he appeared instead of you a silent owl just floated by the moon black in the summer sky and i m still here beneath this tree wondering when you ll speak to me wondering when you ll speak to me