Written by: aida melesse

I hear him calling
I go my way
not listening
My eyes closed
Dwelling in my own tiny world.
My mind reeling,
Where It’s heading.
My feet following my mind

Can’t go on anymore
I hear my heart pounding.

Lend me a hand 
Am exhausted!

I say my hands are mine
And don’t want to be touched
If you extend me yours
Mine cannot be found.

And don’t play with my mind
It’s used to what it knows
If you tell it new things
It cannot tolerate.

Just stand still a moment!

I need air to go on
I long for his whisper
be in his embrace.
I recognize his voice
In the sweet air I take
That’s how I remember 
My creator’s true name.

it is calling
breath her in.