Call to the soul

A cold dreary evening After the hot grind under the sky Very tired but fully awake I am slow but a little alive

The meat hot and spicy fills the belly The pot of spiced tea quenches the burning thirst A loud television in the background The smell of food from the kitchen

The house calms down As sleep takes hold of the noise makers The fatigue of the day washes over the body The warm blankets call to me

Then alas I wait for it … Ears prickled Nose bristled Eyes open wide

Waiting for the sound of your song The last soothing sound of the day Mixing with the crickets on the window And dog howls in the background

Sing your song Take me far Take me high Take me along with you

Do not leave me behind The night may be dark I am not afraid But do not leave me behind

I will make out the chirping I will follow your voice Sing to me Before the moon comes out …