HE CALLS ME BEAUTIFUL
By ~ ~ Olivia
Colours of day fades into the mysterious dusk,
Up above the skyline; the travelling clouds-
O’er the fields; down the river courses..
Not a speck of light to brighten up the world.
Crowded streets,
Yet none would hear my woeful call.
Those that once vowed to be near,
Are but a stranger now, far from dear..
Here I sit beneath the halo of the flickering lamp,
On crossroad of life taking my chance to travel one..
With the excruciating pain and my world closing in..
While from the distance they would wait,
For nothing but their prey, the then heartache they would cause.
Called me names, tuned me out..
Bring forth shame and talked about my day..
Their untamed tongue, those voices haunts but like a ghost.
But with each silent prayers and a wear of smile,
Another bridge is crossed.
I could no longer hear your speeches,
Nor your scornful acts.
When in the darkest hour of the night I trod,
Admist the wilderness, the shadow of fears..
A sweet song calls me by the name.
A tune set my feet to dance with joy.
And his voice calls me home,
He calls me his beloved,
His beautiful one..
I’m listening to his voice, only his.
Tempted and torn; Confused and helpless.
But he calls me his own.
Yes, He calls me beautiful.
Up above the skyline; the travelling clouds-
O’er the fields; down the river courses..
Not a speck of light to brighten up the world.
Crowded streets,
Yet none would hear my woeful call.
Those that once vowed to be near,
Are but a stranger now, far from dear..
Here I sit beneath the halo of the flickering lamp,
On crossroad of life taking my chance to travel one..
With the excruciating pain and my world closing in..
While from the distance they would wait,
For nothing but their prey, the then heartache they would cause.
Called me names, tuned me out..
Bring forth shame and talked about my day..
Their untamed tongue, those voices haunts but like a ghost.
But with each silent prayers and a wear of smile,
Another bridge is crossed.
I could no longer hear your speeches,
Nor your scornful acts.
When in the darkest hour of the night I trod,
Admist the wilderness, the shadow of fears..
A sweet song calls me by the name.
A tune set my feet to dance with joy.
And his voice calls me home,
He calls me his beloved,
His beautiful one..
I’m listening to his voice, only his.
Tempted and torn; Confused and helpless.
But he calls me his own.
Yes, He calls me beautiful.
©Siamsinna leh Vakiangbu
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