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
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Author:
rebmasters (
Offline) - Published: July 6th, 2021 12:07
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Comments1
They seem so far away, as if chasing a firefly in the dark you can hear their voice but you can't hold them or see them, 10/10 will read again.
🖤 Beautiful comment - thank you
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