THE VOICE
Where the invisible voice lies
Down flooded, narrow, valleys,
No maps to take us there
Just the heart.
A warp of time may bring it
To the alcove of consciousness
Of bravery, of courage, of new power.
A speaking of those words
Loud enough to ricochet
Through the lace of the trees
Ricochet from the valley walls
To create a shout of words
A sound so loud, so true.
There is a spin of completion
Curvaceous past and present meet
The lost has dwindled
The voice is born.
sue: “no maps to take us there/just the heart” …wow! a fine poem… hope that all is well with you. eric
By: Music&Meaning on September 27, 2012
at 5:53 am