I call to the evening 
My heart is soft and warm,
ready for the touch of love.
I own the arms of time
reaching into the horizons
for the heart that matches mine.
I hear the whisper, the hum
of angel's wings stirring
the sweet, summer-set
of yesterdays, of tomorrows.
There is a white-misted fog
of shining love that follows me.
I hear it calling:
in the evening,
in the heart.
And so, I wait with hope
with a fullness
of faith
Until the evening calls,
and my heart calls back.
