The Call

I've been leaning on the windowpane, And I'm staring through the frozen glass. With the future reaching for my back- As I'm looking deep into the past. I wonder can I get it out of me? (Ask my reflection on the subway train) -But not the others on the city streets As I walk home through the pouring rain. Along the shores of a northern beach While walking in the ocean air, I thought I heard the waves beckoning Though I was certain no ones there.. I'm getting pulled out by the undertow, The sea is swallowing up all the sound. -Except the siren, I can hear her call Her song is gently ringing all around. I brought her message from the underground, And tried to spread it to the surface life. But it seems nobody's listening- Should I retire to the endless night? Into the safety of the waning moon, Blanketed under a veil of stars, Are there others who can hear the tune? I'm here and waiting, tell me who you are.