Your voice over the phone lilts &
sways; stirs, lifts & rejuvenates
my tired, frazzled consciousness.
Unchanged by distance, though
scrambled across tangled
wires & humming with
your electricity
alone.
Sweetly & secretly you call to me
in the silence of the night &
in the movement of crowds.
I hear you in ancient shells
pressed deep into sand;
a melody refined,
limitless, with no boundaries
except my own.
You came to me that day
across fathoms,
materialising
from your world into mine;
our desert islands
bridged but briefly.
In the ruins
your voice still sings