Your Voice

It follows me everywhere
Like a shadow, but aware.
I would never have a choice
It was always there, your voice.

In the dead dark of night
When memories are in spite,
When the whole world is silent
And dreams become violent.

Your voice breaks upon me
And I dive into it like the sea.
As a breeze, it caresses my skin;
Taking me over from within.

Traces through my every thought
As it holds my heart caught.
Leaving marks on my memories;
Creating its own stories.

It's all that's left in your wake
With so much that's at stake.
Like music or weaving spells,
Listen as the sound wells.

I hear those words laced
It leaves my demons faced
The sound brings a calm
As it becomes my balm

I can still hear your words
Gliding within me like birds
In the darkness I close my eyes
And listen to your voice rise