The Silent Cry

Once I heard a silent cry to which no one heard but me.

I did not know the reason why, but it seemed to just beckon to me.

It called me by name in the moonlit night, both quiet and loud it sounded.

It echoed through valley, mountain and rift and louder and louder it pounded.

I heard the magic, felt it to, in the star scattered night sky.

I followed it to the ends of the earth and today I still don’t know why.

But on a starry night when the moon is full and the constellations pass by,

I remember the day the earth stood still and I heard the silent cry.