Tribute To Alan Rickman... Poem by Aphrodite Anastasia Menegaki

In my mind glides the sound
Of a voice deep and smooth
Of warmth and love abound
A voice from my dreams and youth

Honey sweet or a dagger's blade
He ignited the mind
Until the heart flutters made
To such a sound refined

Rock in velvet's embrace
Is the voice I love
That gently paints the face
Of the man now up above

And though they say he's gone
I still see his eyes gentle, warm
I hear the sound I'm holding on
I still see him perform

And though it hurts like a wound deep
That amongst mortals he walks no more
His memory forever I keep
As his voice echoes to my heart's core