You come up behind me
like insomnia.
I need to hear your voice,
that voice.
that voice which rings,
which haunts.
I need to hear it,
or I grieve for all thats lost.
Companion and Friend
thats just faced its end.
That Voice.
That Voice which flows
O'er me.
Smooth as silk and cool
as water.
I am in a state of shock,
and I need to hear that voice.
to calm and lead me
...out of my solitude.
That voice,
your voice.
Once more
please
at least once more
thats all I ask of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some have that magnetic power of the spoken word.