Your Voice Caresses My Name

like a ghost dances to the beat of a heart that's been broken............

A cold wind blows into my soul
as a ghost dances
to the beat of a heart that's been broken
by the promise of words.
Until, there is no more time left to ache
for what has not fallen
from the air you breathe
to be seen or heard.

Your silence speaks inside of me,
calling out to be tears
selfishly chaining this cold wind
inside of my soul,
to remain.
All that I love has been painted
by the promise.................
of your words,
and the sweetest sound I know
is your voice
caressing my name.

Author's Note

*Art by Jean-Jacques Cazin

Reviews

[Layla J Omorose]

Where Neva do you find these excellent pictures to go with your poems. I love it. It adds life and more beauty to your poems. But I love this poem as well. Yes, I also find that the last few lines are my favorite. You always bring the poem together beautifully. Another beautiful write.

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Like a cry for rain on a parched rose! Beautiful!

[light and ashes]

A hauntingly beautiful poem, it haunts the soul of the reader like the memories of sweet passion or a concept that leaves the mind to ponder, 100

[Emrick]

The title is so cool.

[Leigh]

Amazing expression

[Danielle]

It flows beautifully!

[Audrey Howitt]

This piece just aches--beautiful Neva!

[Mark]

"all that I love has been painted by the promise...." I hear the promise of words unfulfilled by action. Been visited by such ache, you have touched that part of me with these words. :)

[Dream Weaver]

Love the pic, beautifully haunting!
Nicely done Neva..

[Ascending]

Love! My mind was trying to imagine how to portray the emotion of love as a picture while i was reading this poem. All I could envision is a long twirling piece of gold cord twisting forever and ever.

[MOON]

Stunning haunting and full of longing for love . Elegant write.