Somebody is calling.
It seems like the echo …
of the withering wants
the dwindling desires
the hoping hopes.
Somebody is calling
a wooly call
wrenching you out of the slumber
constantly tugging near the brows
compelling you to open eyes and look for a presence.
Something, someone, somewhere is calling
as it flashes
as it floats
turning back and staring at me.
As I, tear-ridden struggling to escape, sit back and take the fragrance of the damp mud and damp charcoal grey roads
As once again I take the softness of breeze strokes of the restless evenings
As a new nervous hope breaks loose
Someone is calling
Because it glides
Because it hovers
as dark nights
with the rains lashing and the candle flickering in my cocoon flashes through.
As a wait flashes through in the middle of the night.
As everything goes silent…
As I hear the soft splattering of glass.
As the silence of the words strikes a blow.
As I gape with open eyes out of the window
As the distant view of the gleaming illumination on the hilltop shouts something.
Someone ,somewhere is calling
And Sitting in the streak of moonlight gazing
at the dark sky, tired
Surrender…to the call to take me.
And at the other far end
I heard a sigh
Someone , somebody, somewhere
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