When voices are silent 
Which my soul longs to hear
When people are absent 
My heart starts to fear

They’re missing in action 
are they lost to the cause?
No black box in caption
My breath I must pause 

A Lucy, a Lena, a Cath or a Kate
Rebecca, or Bel, Mandy or Gail 
No chat at my gate
And my heart starts to wail 

My heart, it is hurting 
My thoughts in a whirl 
My eloquence stumbling
My hopes only curl 

The pleasure, the need
Of voices once heard
Of vices indeed
My loins now not stirred

Do I wait now in hope
For the call of my love
Or, untie the rope 
Of the now freed sweet dove