You called me, so I came
Not hearing precisely what you said
Blind of the beating pulse I made
My way through a crowd of shadows and names

Voices I heard, calls, distresses
Agonies, heartaches of bones in dresses
And when I tried to elbow them away
They nothing could do, had nothing to say

Eyes had faces, thoughts had minds
All dark and dead and covered by blinds
Guided by a lonely phrase I strayed
From where I felt I shouldn’t have stayed

With the force of uncomprehended desire
And the urgency a vague memory enjoins
I heard your voice from a far-off point
I entered into the heart of fire