Calling

I’m calling out for youacross the sliding blue of sevensacred seas. I always knew your nameslipped from memorylost in the haze of this life, that life. I’m calling out for youthrough endless nightwe weave a web of stars. The last call: the strongestmost refined it whips the dipof milky way sweeps the corridors of mindto bring you to your senses. I’m calling out for you& all you have to do this timeis answer.

Poetry