I am an novice poet living in austalia who loves to write poem as an escape from the mundane realities of life.)
The Residues Of Her Voice
O little voice
of temptation
she wells in
my ear.
Her notes were so
lure-ring
sea shell hollow sound.
Conversation opened up
like the first tide
of early morn.
The residues resounding,
this siren calls to me,
I will blindly capsize
upon her shores.
Her lips await in the darkness
beneath the haunting stars,
O be still hush my restless breath
for she has dispersed among the nightly skies.
O little voice
of temptation
became mute
to my ear.