A gentle voice softly calls me
To where the stars kiss the ocean
And the end of the world is in sight.
A gentle voice softly calls me away
To where the wind caresses my ears
With the hushed lullaby of its laughter.
I want to go to where the stars glimmer in the sky,
And effervescent-like beauty.
Where the dawn aurora is just as majestic
As the glistening teardrops of the sky.
Our lives are ephemeral,
They last but a second.
I have the urge of wanderlust,
To look up at the stars and see them looking down at me.
A gentle voice softly calls me away
To where I can escape and be wild and free.
There is no reason for me to stay here,
So that is even more of a reason to go.
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PoetryHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
