I am in my bed I am fully clothed
I am not angry I am not happy
I am not sad or afraid
I know it's you calling out to me
I heard your voice being recorded on my machine
I'm not answering anything or any one today
I'm only listening
I do not fall asleep I only lightly doze
With my thoughts halfway opened
my thoughts are halfway closed
I regard the one o'clock light
playing on the bed spread
while the breeze blows cotton to and fro
I know its you calling out to me
I heard your voice being recorded on my machine
I'm not answering anything or any one today
I'm only listening
I can hear the truth
Is it true that what I hear could set me free?
It sounds like the three inch finch
singing from the thistle weed
It's song
It is bold and in its complication it is sweet
Born of the natural impulse
The winged symphony
I know it's you calling out to me
I heard your voice being recorded on my machine
I'm not answering anything or any one today
I'm only listening