His Voice

Nyeh, random poem I wrote.

A dream of sorts,

So perfect it feels wrong,

His voice echoes inside me,

As an unforgettable song.

 

It flows like music,

Birthed from the mouths of angels,

He speaks in a delectable tongue,

In a tongue that never tangles.

 

It ripples like water,

Like ice that doesn't melt,

He whispers with a tender voice,

A tenderness only I’ve felt.

 

It drips in voluptuous drops,

From flooding spring rain,

He sings like a god,

A voice made to soothe pain.

 

His voice is a dream of sorts,

So beautiful it's wrong,

But it still echoes inside of me,

As an unforgettable song

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and kind poem. Description and story was very good. I like the complete poem. Ending is perfect.
Coyote