Does Some One Call Out Your Name

Voices heard yet no one there

Did someone call my name

From silk-softened place

Of old yellowed lace…

Did someone call my name

I turn and peer

Both far and near

But to no one 

Can I place blame

Do I alone… hear ghostly tone

Is this some curious game

Or is this some one trying

In voice almost crying

…Some one calling out my name…

In tone of harried urgency

Floats faintly that familiar plea

An answer seems to demand from me

And yet no one’s there

…To see…

Am I the singular soul 

Can hear their name 

Bespoke from empty space…

Do I alone

Hear my name intoned 

By a voice bereft of face

Nigh unto my very ear

So near to my very face

I think that anon

I’ll no more than nod

In tacit reply to that 

Ephemeral claim

Whisper in acknowledgement 

That indeed I did hear it

Albeit more so

In truth than In spirit

Some one call out 

…My name…

Author's Note

Do You ever hear that self-same voice call your name? I think it more than likely!

Reviews

[Hope]

My soul was enraptured by the first stanza. Your command over the English language speaks volumes to your professionalism, to the journey you have taken in life, and your love of storytelling. Our names are sacred and to have someone speak our name is holy. It's more mysterious to not know from where the source of the voice comes and that kept my attention throughout. I read this piece probably 8 times for its clever nature and for its mystery.