songVoice

i heard the voice of God in your voice
in the prairie air 
your song, your singing sheer
a crying, a wail of supreme sadness,
pure like crystal transparent clear
its pitch of resonance

every auditory cell in my inner ear wanted you,
every cellular/knit component fiber of what is me,
the who, the soul
of what is me
by your voice, 
i wanted the you
that divinity proclaims is you
who created you utterly woman

your vocal chords are magic delight
which no man can produce
lifted my spirit in ecstatic delight
which no man can do without
like helen of troy
bathsheeba of solomon
eve of adam
for whom he gave his very soul as ransom
for companionship
rather than banishment

your voice woman, 
your other-world soprano/ alto,
it made my soul wail
in overwhelming sadness/joyfulness emulsified

my soul flowed along on a river of liquid sound
i was transfixed,
my soul's breaking by the sounds emanating
your song in me produced an inner howl for you,
like a wolf wailing up at the moon

i wanted to crawl inside you and be a part of you
a silent howling on a prairie night
stuck in my heart making it break
a lead weight,
wanting your voice to never end
'til my heart broke,

it was samson's hair,
delilah's strength and weakness
as you are mine,
your singing

i melted, i melted, became your own waves of sound, 
you carried me aloft away,
drifting, sailing on silken music sheets
lost in oblivion

the pitch of notes rising, bouncing
touching hard and soft upon distant cliffs
surrounding floating waves echoing sweet,
soaked by a yellow moon overhead
over the ghosts of native american graves and fallen souls
over fair maidens of long ago
singing to their loves,
bright silver stars like you

i reach out to feel for you,
i cannot hold with my hands
you slip through
i fight to hold back tears