The Call

It’s quite faint,

Soft in my ear.

Almost as gentle as

A single tear

Rolling down my blush painted cheek. 

No.

It’s loud now.

My eardrums pounding.

My temple throbbing.

Questions are circulating like

A whirlpool.

Oh, my dear love,

Am I still the fool?

The call that beckons me like

A lighthouse,

Shedding its heavenly

Light on my worries.

Now I am home.

In your arms,

I am learning to live.

A fated call.

Putting trust into this, darling

Makes it worth answering.

Reviews

[Steven Cash]

Very nice I must say

[Amber]

Thank you so much!

[Steven Cash]

No problem