this is a poem I wrote myself, when I was all alone, yet wasn't............entitled,
YOUR VOICE,
Where does your voice speak to me?
Your voice speaks to me in the endless expanse of night,
It is the golden moon, blanketed in the clouds,
Cradled in a warm intimate embrace,
While the cool green grass,
Is the regal carpet beneath my feet,
I stroll through the outdoor breeze,
And your voice is the wind, that blows through my soul,
And when I reach out to touch, the rough bark of a tree,
It turns into your soft skin,
And the agile wave of leaves above, is the warm shelter of your affection,
A Voice spoke to me,
It beckoned me to go out, into the breath of the night,
Into the peace of its quiet beauty,
It was your voice that called me, to walk barefoot in the grass,
And touch the trees,
Your voice from you,
Spoke to me,
"Let the passion of this serenity,
Blow gently through our soul"
For a special someone, my Celtic beauty, By Handsome.
Edited by - Handsome on 29 June 2002 1:25:17