Away

Walking in circles bored out of my mind lost in a din of voices that burn my ears with thier sweet flame of purest passion.

The night shall be my love.
Tonight, the moon, with her soft glow of purest light may guide me back to the world out side my window.

Oh the sweet serenity lost in the sound of your voice from the whispering of miles and miles away, such a siren's call you send me.

A call I admit I crave.

Oh but I watch the waters of the harbor and pray that when it comes, tomorrow without you will be a quiet and lovely day...  though I know it won't.

So I whisper my own call from miles and miles away...

A.J. Downey
12-01-2000