I hear my name called again and again by one maybe two or three beckoning persistently,gentle breeze unfeinged soothing me the waves alsso at shore join the calls pleading and crying creating an ache to penetrate walls sweet,urgent,searing disolving my will and body of substance as I follow the sound of hope in the distance becoming hollow I search and search and weep for the unsearchable tired and drained I long for leep now irristable