Your Voice
Drifting in the breeze
I often think I hear your voice.
And feel your faint reflection.
Though sometimes you’re so far away
A mere echo and inflection.
The music drifting in the breeze
And the sound of waves at night.
Echoing my inner senses
Nearby yet out of sight
The words you said reverberate.
Repeats then disappear
Then like a distant drumbeat
My recollection reappears.
Your elemental transience
Slips sylphlike through my mind
Sand spilling between my fingers
Some grains are left behind.
Your touch is slick and silken.
Smooth, subtle, and ecstatic
A trace left upon my face
Cool, calm and emblematic.
Echoes shiver down my spine.
True love and transportation
To a place of serenity
connected by association
I walk along the windswept shore.
The wind is a mirrored reminder.
Of words, you whispered in my ear.
When love was young and blinder
Now the echoes fade away.
A faint suggestion of pure love
Moved by evening shadows
Onto the wings of the mourning dove.
©
David Rudder
2022
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