Body and Soul



The wind rushes by,

   the leaves russle overheade.

I stand on the stair,

   listening to the sounds of the night.



The leaves russle overhead,

   the sound rushes through my head.

Listening to the sounds of the night, 

   I hear its heavenly call.



The sound rushes through my head, 

   I hear the nights voise soft and sweet.

I hear its heavenly call,

   asking me to come with it.



I hear the nights voise soft and sweet,

   it sings me a lullaby.

Asking me to come with it,

   calling for my soul.



It sings me a lullaby,

   beaconing me forward.

Calling for my soul,

   it embraces me.



Beaconing me forward,

   walking slowly.

It embraces me,

   not wanting to let go.



Walking slowly,

   I stand on the stair.

Not wanting to let go,

   the wind rushes by.