The Voice..

[Fletch]

The Voice

Maybe inside there’s a trace of divine
Hidden whispers the words they call me
Her code to attract bleeds riddle with fact
The secrets she keeps they call me

And I hear as I read the verbs from my dreams
Their intent to guide me towards her
When she speaks from the heart the seas they will part
And the voice will call me towards her
And the voice will call me towards her

Metaphors meanings obscuring teasing
Timbre translates visions narrate

And the rasp that I hear inciting me near
Is her grace that draws me towards her
As she waits in her bed with the words in her head
The voice will call me towards her
The voice will call me towards her

Syllables released alluring relief
Adjectives charming beguiling calming

I’ve dreamt this moment so many times
Heard your script poems and rhymes
Seen your views made them mine
Found your soul your heart your mind

The voice will call me towards her