Wednesday, July 4, 2007

The Calling

It was heard once, the calling,
Mysterious, mystical and tranquil,
Must have left someplace fine,
Vanishing in the poignant face of time,
The searches were futile,
Shadows chased in the sun,
The lights had burnt out,
And shadows had gone home.

1 comment:

Eduardo Waghorn said...

Nice poem...Id like to read something on your own language too...
A hug