You call me across time
And touch my heart anew
You fill my soul with rhyme
And show me what is true
The sun bleeds golden beams
that pierce my eye with you
While time stretches in dreams
And I am blinded, too
You call me across time
I hear your voice it seems
It echoes like a chime
And reaches through my dreams
‘til all is filled with you
And you are all that’s true
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The persona for this poem is Grace, addressing Ben.
Shawn L. Bird 