The Voice

There's this voice that's calling out to me

He's calling for me

He's reaching for me

He's ready for me

And, anxiously, he's blindly searching for me

He's waiting for me

He's urging for me

He thinks it's me he's seeing

He thinks it's me he's wanting

He thinks it's me he's feeling

What can he really be thinking?

These thoughts are deeply sinking

My mind is wildly blowing

His actions purely showing

And he just keeps on going

My eyes are slowly lowering

To match this voice that's longing

How can he pretend to knowing

The person that he's longing?

My thoughts continue wandering

My mind continues zoning

He thinks his heart is choosing

But my heart is steady cruising

The answers I am seeking

To this presence

It's confusing