in the cool mist shrouded <br />silent, as the hour creeps to midnight <br />I sit alone in the cloud covered night <br />with the first puffs of smoke <br />the silence closes in on my ears <br />and I hear you calling my name <br />as if there isn't hundreds of miles <br />of earth between us <br />faint in my head <br />I grasp at the voice <br />but its like trying to touch <br />whispers with fingers. <br />you continue to beckon <br />calling my name <br />softly echoing the stillness <br />I can barely move <br />lest I loose the thin tendril bond <br />gently you call <br />and I answer with my heart <br />yes my love, I am here....<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-creeping-mist-shrouds-the-voices/