Voice

VOICE

Within the moment encompassed sound

Released from depths unknown

A soul expressing harmonic resonance

Ringing across the universe

My heart bowed down

To the ground my essence prostrated

Nothingness elated

Breathed eternal

Through your voice

Freedom

Soaring vocal wings

Drumming feathers

Strung together

Desiring exuberance

In back you expressed

Grief beyond which humbles

Crying floods away my presence

I relent

Against desire’s grasping need

Bring ecstasy to leave

Upon this goddess’ feet

Prostrated dichotomy

From divine vibration

To human frailty

I beg to simply express

Powers in subtleties

Humbly crafted

Through word’s discrepancies

I must break…

Away to show that my own need to format my desire to simply say: you blew my mind away tonight, to a point were I must write. How can I thank you for giving me back my gifts? Insight dictates I say: you are great. In that moment within echoes across this sound-scape, you caught each, carried clarity up to the edge where faith leaps, beyond, and wings carried me away. Thank you, again, anyway I can say:


In your humanity

You stole my heart

You should never cry

Beauty is entertained

When you smile

May I ever know the name

Of the one who shook my heart

Returned gifts long sought

And expressed Olympus

In human condition

You are essence

Incarnate

Words flood desiring notice

Contrived coincidence

I am not a prince

But wonder if for you

A kiss is needed

To seal this covenant

My intentions are to offer support, a reminder that someone listens and hears you too. Many levels can be expressed in a moment. I wish I could protect the hurt. Pain grows in your voice; powers to curse away the blues, bring in new desires to never relent. You are beauty. My job, to entertain this presence incarnate, in so many ways, for if beauty frowns, falters, or strays, then only rain, only rain.


You took my heart to places

In years I’ve not attained

You showed tender needs in grief

In shame, I gave no relief

Forgive me

And give me the chance

Next time, to defend

Any attempt against

My humble offering

From here forward

You have a hero

In your corner

And my essence purifies

Upon your desires

~

DBrown Fisher

© March 2000