she called my name

SHE CALLED MY NAME

 

Like wintry wind

Soft and wearied

Chanting whispering

 Like sea sirens

 

 She called!

 

She called my name

In silent night

From twilight tree

Far far away

 

Under the gaze

Of mournful moon

And saddened stars

Through lonely graves

With phantom flowers

Through bush paths

Sparse and lonely

With hooting owls

 

I journeyed

I answered

 

The voice of death !