in the cool mist shrouded
silent, as the hour creeps to midnight
I sit alone in the cloud covered night
with the first puffs of smoke
the silence closes in on my ears
and I hear you calling my name
as if there isn't hundreds of miles
of earth between us
faint in my head
I grasp at the voice
but its like trying to touch
whispers with fingers.
you continue to beckon
calling my name
softly echoing the stillness
I can barely move
lest I loose the thin tendril bond
gently you call
and I answer with my heart
yes my love, I am here....

Eila Mahima Jaipaul

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