A Voice That Calls

I walk along a rocky beach,

Alone, amid the crashing waves,

Haunted by a voice that calls,

"Come to me. Come to me."

Out upon the mighty ocean,

I ride the risen crests,

Searching for the voice that calls,

"Come to me. Come to me."

Drifting on the peaceful seas,

The wind billows upon the sails,

Whispering, a voice still calls,

"Come to me. Come to me."

Moonlight filters down onto the Earth,

As I lay upon an unknown shore,

Silently, the voice still calls,

"Come to me. Come to me."

My eyes close, my breath draws still,

As from this world I pass,

Following that voice that calls,

"Come to me. Come to me."

Paul Allen Rice