SUMMER CALL

In a summer afternoon
When a song of the old days playing somewhere
Fell on the ear,
The world, words and the people changed,
The senses melted into a void
Heart drawn into a strange nothingness
As if the last birth came alive
through obscure voices murmuring around.

Amidst the long silence of
Closed windows
And sleeping souls,
While the sun outside
Spread its scratching passion,
They called it seemed
From a place far away
where death can only take us.