Voice

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.

Author's Note

Just a little something I thought up in English Class this morning...

Reviews

[Justin Tobey]

Beautiful!

I can really relate to this. Singing is a funny thing. You feel really fulfilled when you're doing it, but at the same time, you yearn for more. When singing, you can feel self-conscious, or incredibly confident. You captured that dual beauty and frustration perfectly in this piece. :)

[Wildfleour]

Wow....would like you to tell me if this is pure fiction or not! :)

A lovely write, Katie.