The voice I heard today; I heard it on
a summer vine, hazy in the first throws
of morning; slanting on the summer pathways
as I walk through the seasoned fruits of your
mind. Your voice caught the song of summer skies;
the lazy Sunday afternoons, lemonade
and a picnic by the playful river,
laying cushioned in your arms, while the bees
flit from the half eaten jam sandwiches.
And here while the crowds play in summer
water I listen to the sounds your voice gave
life to. We lay content sharing this moment
stripped to the nakedness of love, as your voice
sings in my heart of the pathways still to come.
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