A beckoning call
I pull strands of lightning from the sky.
And I crackle stars along the way.
A grain of sand is where my dreams are held.
Perhaps this is where you would rather stay
Like fireflies in a meadow’s night.
Light up where my chosen path will be.
Light and darkness is where all shadows play.
My guided soul they will let me see.
The sea seems to yawn her well kept secrets.
As she seductively waves her silky hand.
A beckoning from within a chattering shell.
A calling in whispers throughout the land.
It seems the soul is being called.
A sweet calling to come home.
We have prepared a place for you.
Where freely you will roam.