Breaking the silence, breaching the heart
Words reach where the body can't.
The bell rings and i draw my ears
Then a slience, a pause, a wait so dear.
Then pops a voice, so smooth so novice,
It eases on me me like cream on ice.
Suddenly the world goes numb
Suddenly the senses go still
Suddenly my lips widen
And in me it fills.
In the serenity of that moment
Lies my day's joy
The voice that gets hold of me
The voice that never gets old to me.
Sometimes shrill and weak
And then squeaking the beak
From prismatic rays
To apocalyptic greys
More often that not, it has its ways.
I still succumb and i still rejoice,
Whats old whats mine
That golden voice.
You keep dwelling in a land far and bright
But you still remain, my last light.
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