Voice

The lilting tone of voice

In the wind, through the trees

Intangible, but perfect

Laughing, yet serious

Wistfully wishing, wanting

To hear this sacred song again

To find those beautiful lyrics

In order to sing them in return

Lilting, sure

Impossible, surer

That face…so unlikely

That song…even less

Do you know that you sing?
Do you know your voice is a song?

Undoubtedly NOT I suppose

But, nonetheless it’s true.

You smile, laugh and look my way

Your mind remains blind, unknowing

I sit close enough to just reach out…

Yet despite my efforts, you’re intangible.