The Voice
The voice has dropped in my ears after ages,
The chills have run through my veins like rages;
The more I play it in my intellect,
the more I lose my internal sages...
The sweet and mellow, the tough and rusty,
Have always brought about a shudder like blazes,
The vibes so strong while the string not so long,
What always follows as constant is the moonlit, sleepless and starry sky gazes...