Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Call Grows Stronger

It’s out there in the night again
I hear it in the wind
It’s calling, calling to my heart,
“The night need never end”
I long to step outside my door
I need to see who’s there
I want to know who’s calling me
Into the moonlit air
The night grows still, the insects hush,
The stars refuse to blink
The shadows trail across the grass
And I can barely think
It draws me outward to the night
I fight it, but I know
My will grows weaker with each dusk
And very soon I’ll go.

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