The Water's Song of Calling

For a long while now, a voice has called to me. While the world sleeps I see lie awake, listening. I cannot sleep for a voice beckons me from my slumber. This voice calls me, calming me. It is ever so soft, singing a soft tune with a voice like that of a Goddess’s Muse. I know I can trust it yet at the same time, I am scared to leave my doorway. Those few moments I have been brave enough to venture to my door step, beings of shadow walk the streets, heading towards the river. I know I should follow them.
One night, I was brave enough to leave my house and to walk with them. The beings of shadow surrounded me, guiding me. I feared them, for they were unfamiliar to me. They brought me near the river, and left me. They continued on, but they no longer surrounded me and had me walk with them. Now, they walked past me. That night, I was scared. I knew that I was to go to the river for it called me to it, yet my fear stopped me and sent me back home. It kept calling to me, but for the time, the voice wasn’t as loud as it had been that night. 
The next time this voice called to me, I wasn’t alone. I was on a date with someone. They wished to take me to the river, it calmed them they said. I nodded and let them take me where they wish for this night was their gift to me, but as we approached the river the voice became louder, singing its song as always. I was nervous and afraid but he was there so I knew I would be safe.
Parking the car, we both stood and walked out of his car. I no longer could ignore the song that came from the river. “Can we go down to the river’s edge?” I asked him. He smiled gently, and nodded. From the trunk of his vehicle he withdrew a long leather pouch with a drawstring on the top.
Leading the way to the rivers edge, we stood looking at the reflection. Everything was calm and quiet. Peaceful, if you will. Yet, I was drawn closer to the water. “Come,” I told him, grabbing a hold of his hand and leading him down to a large series of broken concrete slabs sitting on top of the water. Together, we sat. I was now transfixed with the river. The song called me to it. I could no longer ignore it. Suddenly, a new song drowned out that which came from the waters.
Looking to its source, it was the man next to me. He held a flute in his hands and played elegantly. His song was warm whereas that which called me from the water was calming, yet they were both transfixing. While he played I sat watching his visage, letting my hand rest loosely in the water below us.
Just as suddenly as his song had started, it stopped and that of which came from the waters was louder than ever before; and clearer to my mind and heart. I withdrew my hand from the water feeling its February Bite, and looked to the reflection of the city in the water all the while he sat there watching me with a warm smile.
That reflection called to me. In that instant I knew that just on the other side of that reflection was another world like ours. One to which I belonged.
I sat transfixed, unable to look away. I had to enter that world some how, yet my logic told me that it would be unsafe. I had to stand and face that reflection, face myself, and walk into it without fear in my heart; but if I had tried that I would surely drown from the water’s depths for there was no world on the other side. Only water.
Seeing how the river hypnotized me, making itself the only object of my consciousness, the man who sat next to me stood and kindly suggested we return. He knew what was happening. He knew that if we were there any longer the urge would over take me, and I would try everything in my power to enter that world.
It has been over a month since I visited the river’s edge with that man. Again that same voice calls me to it from the river’s depths, calls me into that world just opposite the reflection.
I’m parched as I sit here, thirsting for water. There is a fear that comes with that alluring song. A fear that should any water come into contact with me, part of me will be drawn into that world, and again I will change. I will become again the rock which cannot feel while the person who speaks these words to you, the person who cares so much for others and puts others well being before his own is drawn back to that world until the rest of him can follow.