Scribbled your name - he or she said

I called out your name
In the crowded street
The subway answered
They did not turn back dear

Heads and faces swirled
To hear the hearts tone
They said every city calling
To the sound of your name 

The tone was deafening
But no one heard it
It was the grey skin sky
It was blue too ironic

I cried out loud in hope
The time was not yet right
Yet it felt running out
When the universe looked

There was no clear answer
No one knew the course
Everything went on but
None seemed normal enough

It was just vague in all
It was just plenty in all
It still was a routine
But the name wasnt heard

The soul keeps saying it
There is a hoping eye
Everywhere i see but they
Still know not the answer

Its different yet going on
Its all so different you know
It aint the same in any logic
Still the world goes on

I still called your name
I was in full take of life
I knew not when I said it
That it was your name i wrote

I saw it the next day wondering
At the legible scribbling
On paper expressing thought
When did i write this name?

It said something loud and clear
It spelt aloud what was not said
The not to let go dawned well
The understanding no better

I heartfelt the answer wee hours
The hearing was there all along
Probably it was your call
In return in answer earnest

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How does it work the universal law
How does it unfold the natures rule
The powerful is known seeing
The powerful tells one step a time

This human impatience stops peace
The world just does not seem
Wanting to wait the time thats set
Everything tries the hurry in turn

The garden swallows of time fortune
They lined to childhood pic
The wisdom of the elder and the good
The fortune seekers walk all round
The sea, the path, the time true

Noone could intrude in that space
Thats the everlasting answer
I called out your name to join
To see that answer as it should be

I carry on in knowledge and seeking
In wait to walk on the swallow spring path
Its a beautiful thing none can understand
But a timeless treasure always present

The two wise old men
They play the game of chess
Both knowing the final win yet they play
Thats the passing of time of the elderly
I bend in respect in humility in soul

I made a promise i will keep to the true
I told thats where the worlds good is
They taught me right at infancy
To know the calling of a gentle name

Its difficult to fathom or understand
But many and all easily understand
The goal is clear but the path not so
So its wait and wait for the time of man

The crying out for the good's agreement
Shows all is ok beyond doubt or question
Why then is this world turning
At such a low speed when everything is sorted

Its a mystery not meant to be got
By a human brain or mind as there
There is nothing to be done with the answer
Its just a fact of endless of times

I saw that bloody movie again
Never understood it when this
The world is so beautiful
But why would I seek a wrong answer

Sure there is nothing to change
Its all that commercial naivette
But whos checking as they all care not
When they are so happy in truth of it all
You would be happy would you not
Me or they would be

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These people on the crowded street
These people in the busy hallways
These people in routined stairways
Everyone goes about clueless and same

There could be a turn just a bit
Just to ruffle the feathers around
But then it always smoothes back
To boredom or strange thats the way

At the most involved moment to solve
At the most worried moment of anxiety
It surprised me i did call out your name
I wrote it on that paper you know

These are the things movies show
These are the times practical and real
Yet it happened that speak
Yet it happened that scribble

Well, whats to be said, its a beautiful
Beautiful thing to grasp and see
When the next day of simplicity
Shows so many answers even if dormant

It gives peace a bit to know
These answers even if none to act on
Although it brings back the question
How did i miss seeing this earlier

I always knew what was the reasoning
Behind every action of happening
But it was always a question of surity
That the calling showed as confirmation

I will walk in humble pride with this
Although its lonely as ever to know
But thats how each of us feel
Its a universal thing once again

The path of time shows to rhyme
The echoes of a ever so simple sound
How beautiful can it get yet how paced
Oh if someone only could know this space
Oh if someone from the swallow garden time just
Say its ok to walk that path on my own
Say its ok they can tell as they know
Because i know so well what they show
When they are on with that cool chess
Knowing so well the footsteps that cross
Thankyou so much as you understand
Thankyou so much as you teach