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YOUR VOICE
YOUR VOICE
Your voice peels the husk of the evening’s grain,
Your song is the timber of heaven’s resonance,
Conifers speak with there evergreen tongue; all
The tones of the northern hemispheric whistle.
Light fills the cellars of the electromagnetic spectrum,
With joybells and the clang and clamour of your note,
Your singing tools with its full throttle jangle, pierce
The solitary caravan of my locked chambered heart.
And, I hear your singular voice among all other voices,
Soaring with the zest and zing of a piercing arrow,
Dropping with the gravity of pouring rain.
Such a voice disperses all the sorrowful swords of pain,
And returns with its bounty of dizzy, dainty dahlias,
Accompanying me to the heavens of divine song
