I Hear You Calling Me

I hear you

calling me.

You called me when the moon had

veiled her light,

before I went from you

into the night. I

came, do you

remember,

back to you

for one last

kiss

beneath the

kind

starlight. I

hear

you calling

me,

and oh, the ringing gladness of

your voice, the words that made

my longing heart rejoice. You

spoke, do you

remember,

and my

heart still

hears the

distant

music of

your

voice.

I hear

you

calling me.

The years have

stretched their weary

length between, and

on this

grave, the

mossy grass between,

I stand. Do you

behold me

listening

here,

hearing your

voice through all the

years?

I hear

you

calling me