Missed Call

On the way back from the Spar A familiar ring I’ve heard But you must be very far So it could have been a thought Just a casual thought that came Like a butterfly that flies Out of chrysalis to gain Freedom of the open skies It wasn’t real like it seemed What that was, I can’t define There’s no moral in the dreams And illusions never lie They just put you in the world Of the very special kind Where your calls now can be heard Those I’ve missed, they ring through time..