A Calling

Who’s the lover that’s calling my name?
In the midst of the night she has no shame
I hear her once, I hear her again
Something’s outlandish, something’s strange.

The night has settled, the people are in
Nothing can be heard, perhaps the dropping pin
While I was resting to sleep, I heard my name
She is calling me again, she has no shame.

Lover of a kind, she will be sure
For her voice is delicate, her heart is pure
I have not met her once, I have not met her twice
But in this calling I sense there’s something nice.

I am struggling to keep my attention high
If I say I’ll be awake, it’ll be a lie
The darkness in front is engulfing me soon
But I don’t want to be in terms, I don’t want to be in tune.

The voice is becoming shallower still
Maybe it’s coming from the upland hill
In the midst of the night, she’s calling my name
She is calling me again, she has no shame.

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