Your Footsteps


Your footsteps precede me
To a place I might rightly know
From a previous incarnation
In a life I might yet outgrow!

You call my soul from
The iron wolf’s hill,
I hear your voice
It carries me still.

Amidst the woodland
and amongst the trees,
East of my east
By the Baltic Sea.

Am honoured and blessed
My heart hardly contains
Itself for bursting
Like Lithuanian names!