have you heard that voice?

...that voice?

a voice often calls me'

in the middle of the night'

calling in my dreams'

when the stars are still bright

the crickets chirp, and the lizards call,

but the voice pierces the darkness, much louder than them all

it takes me away, to a far off land..

where the riyaz starts again, among arabian sands.

it parts a veil, beyond which i can see'

a world so familiar, and yet unknown to me.

perhaps it shows me, another life'

a life of war, courage, betrayal, strife.

it guides me to something, something left behind,

a promise unfulfilled, a task left undone,

to stitch again, a tapestry of time...

a voice calls me....