November 19th, 2007 08:31 EST
Your Voice Calms The Calling
Sweet as flowers flowing
found you among
I was falling
but your voice calms the calling.
as a rabbit in the briar
why do you peer through
bushes in the brush?
All of life in a rush.
pushing like a Texas storming
winds utter chaos,
but I still hear you calling, calling
little pretty eyes speak like hot fire
sweetly, southeren voices escape
closing natures gate that keeps
soothing southeren sounds at bay
say what you may Southeren Belle...please,
say what you say.
Shall I speak when your words move
or shall I just move when your words speak
if so then speak to me.
smoothing out things knew that's how you do that,
but you're a good thing.
Above it all sounds falling, falling
your voice it calms the calling,
of unrest making giants feel real small
in light of it all
I run toward where you speak
& rest where southeren voices seek
your voice still calms the calling
and halts my fall from falling.