in the ruins

rebmasters

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

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2021 12:07
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  • Bruno M. Santos

    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.

    • rebmasters

      🖤 Beautiful comment - thank you



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