Holy Call

I see her in the dreams I weave,

I see her intertwined in my tears as I grieve.

I hear her giggle through my smile,

I encounter her rage in my merciless vile.

She's the woman I want to be,

She's the lava and the mighty sea,

The one, who through hesitation, begs me to agree,

I am thee,

And thee is me.

Idol or alter ego,

I have yet to decide her name,

But on the day of final reckoning,

There'll be a beast to tame,

For me and her, we are one and the same,

Bodily and through the soul,

She's the vision,

That's my holy call.