Listening To Phil Collins Poem by Midnight Clarity

voice and music
wrap me back to dreamtime
when Coyote laughed behind his whiskers
Raven flexed his wings
and scattered dust
across my skin
Grandmother Spider
whipped her web
about my throat
with gentle threats
and admonitions
no word child,
only silence lets you dance
here with the gods
of the beginning.
but voice and music
stroke my nerves
they make me tremble
in the grip
of some dark passion
tears lacerating cheeks
in the torrent
of their passing
as I hear, I see;
heart opens to a rainbow
like some immortal promise
of salvation whispered between lovers
in first light, first kiss where words
are precious
lost in mingled breath
voice and music
put me on the rack of feeling
stretching all my senses
demanding that I live
to fight and love
flight into sweet eternity
where voice and music
play blacksmith to the metal
of my soul.