Call Upon My Soul There is the intangible that I await To take me from a mere existence Into that eternally elusive fate That has always been past tense Call upon my soul Bring past to the future Make the broken whole Bring me some closure Waiting is all that can be done Searching is a shot in the dark The heart knows the one Of which it is part Call upon my soul Time is drawing to an end Eternity is just a hole Waiting for itself to begin By Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit |