And Yet Your Voice
And yet your voice
taps and threads through wires
along midnight lanes
like bells ever rounding
their countless changes.
And yet your voice
whispers on my glass
a soft and southern wind
that envelopes
the whole house
with the sigh of your name,
And yet your voice
as rain that reaches for the ground
Like a maid of age and wanting
a soft engine whispering like night
to light our souls.
And yet your voice
excites my ears,
trembles at my drums.
Fine filaments
dance and weave and thrum.
inveigling my heart
And yet your voice
a song like a dawn of birds
your passion breathes and starts
The whisper when you go
could break a thousand hearts.
And gone now
And yet your voice
Still
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oh, Chris… this is so achingly beautiful. I love your work. Love it. xo
My God, Chris. Speechless.
Many thanks too both you and Mia
– Chris1249
The whisper when you go
could break a thousand hearts.
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Another, quite truly, GREAT one! ;-)
Thanks Paul,
– Chris1249
This is beautiful!
sublime x
Exquisite!
“And yet your voice
whispers on my glass
a soft and southern wind
that envelopes
the whole house
with the sigh of your name”
Gulp, gasp and WOW!
The very beauty of your very words here, rendered me wordless,C…
xxx
xx
Aww Anni when you pick a piece from my poetry it almost feels as if it is the core of the whole thing. I don’t ever want to render you wordless. I would be so much poorer if that happened
– Chris1249
yet..the soul is so live…that’s ultimate truth of living beyond life..true eternal..may you be always with this eternal love…it happens when purity happens with us..I’m impressed friend:)) Sure
What a heart. What a mind. What a voice.
The whisper when you go
could break a thousand hearts.
nobody says it like you….wonderful Chris
thanks Vesna, I know one person, at least, who can say it better…
– Chris1249