photo: The KD Peace Rose

Closer now, than yesterday,

my heart can feel the call;

of love that’s coming to me,

from out beyond the wall.

It whispers my name softly,

and tells me of her love;

bids me fly straight to her arms,

fleetingly, like a dove.

I in hesitation held,

stubborn in this, my cell;

for though I longed to be free,

I kept my heart in hell.

She sang to me her soft song,

of love that would not end;

but, obstinace was my shield,

and I’m alone again.

And, as I stood there weary,

my spirit wracked with pain;

I heard that voice soft calling,

and begging me to change.

The power of that love song,

broke down those mighty walls;

and, now, just another man,

I freely heed her call.