I sit on the precipice
Waiting to hear your voice
Are you really there beloved ?
Or are you a figment of my own vain imaginings
I remember your call
So gentle yet so strong
I remember your whisper in the night and in the dawn
You are calling me home
Back to where I belong
For eons of time I remember your song
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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