Textured In

The texture of your voice
reaches deep into my being
stirring feelings laid aside
in days of youthful innocence
when all the world seemed to be
just tumbling down around me
without a base to rest upon.
'Twas when my search for love began.

Earnestly, I strove then
to begin that life that others
always said it ought to be
long before this fantasy
of love came close to being me
and yet while wondering endlessly
one day I came to know
the feel of love complete
textured in the softness
of your voice.

Now vibrantly, it resonates
creating depth and width
with such consistency
that myths of brighter days
come rushing in
to leave me whirling in a spin
of a vibratory high;
when simply opening my hand
I reach and touch the sky . . .


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