Honey
her voice is honey dripping across the
violin strings, silk falling in place
across the sky and clouds
huge gods watching over green girl
this voice goes through the notes like
a harp, plucking the long threads of time
making the beautiful sounds
harmony filling the air and
adding to the peace
the voice stays until night and
in the glowing pregnant moon
i see her face
and she smiles, her eyes dark circles
that only i see and love
the fog envelops me but i don't get lost
her voice leads me home
her voice aids, heals, my spirit
and the velvet of the night is soft
on my face
june 13, 2000
By:
Eileen
Unspoken Words
Seemingly Insane