The Voice

Romantic poem

I feel in love with a voice, once.

A deep, earthy sounding voice.

The voice painted a picture of a man;

As the mind took over as an artist.

 

This man was a giant,

Strong, large of bone and heart.

With the softest of faces,

To match the kind voice.

 

This voice was so sweet

it could alter the taste of a bitter drink

And so gentle that just the sound felt like a cloud

whisking me away in its softness.

 

It wrapped its arms around me,

holding, comforting me.

So much so that I didn't want it to cease

tickling and caressing my ears.

 

I never met the source of the voice.

Yet today, I often dream of it.

I wish it would come my way again

And warm the lonely heart it left behind.

 

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

I love this prose the most of the ones I've read...