Voices Poem by john thomas

The voices, how they call to me
To me, to me alone,
In silence, how they call to me
One day they’ll lead me home.

They sit toward that inner soul,
To left, beyond the eye,
They bade with words, a long time dead
Yet never sound or sigh.

With move of hand or twist of head
Their meanings I imbibe,
While faces calm, forever watch
As they move from side to side.

They turn their glance to look and see
When voices shout the most,
They guard and worry, wait for us
And last become the host,

And ever will their voice remain
To mark us day or night,
So call to arms, for they will come
Not alone now in your plight.

The voices, how they call to me
To me, to me alone,
And will until I dance with them,
The day they lead me home.