Wednesday, March 30, 2011

One Miss Call

One little journey can go very far when without hearing when will the departure be.

When was the last time, you heard it ringing or did it ever ring to one's heart?

A melody I started singing, and to folks its good for hearing, but on the latter I was the only one singing.

It's like a one time ringing, will I ever hear it again? 

But when one stops singing, horizons never meet, struggles envelopes blue in their eyes.

I won't eat, won't take a bite, a piece of cake I'm not sure - sweet or not.

Credit goes to one making the call or the one inspires one to call. When its still a question, can I make the call?

No one truly answers yes, when will it ever ring, maybe one day, they will all ring but to one that ringing fades to a numbness, not a sigh but when one stops dreaming. 

One might not really answer, so I just want to continue singing to this day, undated and unknowing to me. When will I call them again. 

Days may come, won't count how many rings it will make, it may sing words into me, when what chorus can I make?

To make this soul smile, will it? I hope TODAY.