The Call

Written by: laszlo kecsedi

A voice in a dream called my name
With it neither message nor any other word came

It was a speaker with no face 
Just a voice with gravity and grace

Why it called me I do not know
But the memory of it will not let me go

It did not wake me, did not shake me
Nor solace or enlightenment gave me

But this call I`d answer, the voice I`d follow
With dreams to fill the void in this life so hollow 

From a realm of chimera, beyond the wall
One night there came a call, and that was all