Zephreck
Audiophile
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- Jul 10, 2004
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Some poems I have written for a lady I loved very much. We are no longer together. But I figured I could share them. I don't post alot so apologize if this is wrong place or inappropriate to post them here.
The Effects of Your Voice
In the depth of sleep I dream,
Pictures, symbols, what do they mean?
My body warm when air to my ears brings,
the sound of a telephone that rings.
Upwards my consciousness soars,
Hoping it is the one I adore.
The room is black and I reach out blind,
The ringing telephone I seek to find.
Grasping, searching, at last I succeed,
And withdraw the phone to answer its plea.
Breath held tight, I quickly pray,
That it is my love that calls this day.
My tongue thick I try to speak
Hello? I say phone held to cheek.
For a space my heart beats fast,
Until the voice I hear at last.
Soft and sweet it fills my ear,
The sound of one I find so dear.
Her voice instantly makes me calm,
To my heart it is the ultimate balm.
Her words to me proves her care,
And I long to smell her fragrant hair.
Her soft voice fills the air,
And removes from me all despair.
As we talk time matters not,
Too precious to ever be bought.
My world stands still and seems to cease,
As with her words my soul finds peace.
No not yet! Please no! Please don't go!
But time for man will never slow.
Our time is up and so she goes,
Pouring into my heart sadness flows.
Life is too harsh it is not fair,
For I am here and she it there!
Joy and sadness mix within
As I long for her yet again.
Silent I lay staring up at space,
Sighing with remembrance of her face.
I resign to sleep and dream of when,
The time we share will never end.
The Effects of Your Voice
In the depth of sleep I dream,
Pictures, symbols, what do they mean?
My body warm when air to my ears brings,
the sound of a telephone that rings.
Upwards my consciousness soars,
Hoping it is the one I adore.
The room is black and I reach out blind,
The ringing telephone I seek to find.
Grasping, searching, at last I succeed,
And withdraw the phone to answer its plea.
Breath held tight, I quickly pray,
That it is my love that calls this day.
My tongue thick I try to speak
Hello? I say phone held to cheek.
For a space my heart beats fast,
Until the voice I hear at last.
Soft and sweet it fills my ear,
The sound of one I find so dear.
Her voice instantly makes me calm,
To my heart it is the ultimate balm.
Her words to me proves her care,
And I long to smell her fragrant hair.
Her soft voice fills the air,
And removes from me all despair.
As we talk time matters not,
Too precious to ever be bought.
My world stands still and seems to cease,
As with her words my soul finds peace.
No not yet! Please no! Please don't go!
But time for man will never slow.
Our time is up and so she goes,
Pouring into my heart sadness flows.
Life is too harsh it is not fair,
For I am here and she it there!
Joy and sadness mix within
As I long for her yet again.
Silent I lay staring up at space,
Sighing with remembrance of her face.
I resign to sleep and dream of when,
The time we share will never end.