I have seen
Familiar things
With spaces between
The soft memories
But you remind
Put the reference in place
Like you point out our house
From a high space
The companion
Ransoms the null of your voice
Calling on
The bygone
The animals that run round your legs
You command with the weight
Of your voice
Obeyed
Or bent and prayed
Giving homage
And the mantras
All singing the song of companion
That's hanging on to your voice
Calling on
A pardon
I have seen familiar things
With soft memories
To be summoned
By the companion
That's hanging to
Your voice
Calling
On