Your secret sessions of help <br />went unnoticed <br />long ago <br />when my timid soul <br />ached so <br />afraid of the new light, <br />your light that changed my world, <br />an uneven world <br />playing discordant notes <br />out of tune with itself. <br /> <br />Until <br />one very tired night <br />when I was in despair, <br />your unexpected voice <br />in the back of my head <br />said clearly, <br /> I love you. <br />. <br /> <br />Not my voice but <br />your voice from another sun. <br />It felt so perfectly warm and round <br />and light like, yes, a red rose. <br /> <br />Is this all I can say? <br /> <br />Why write words of not enough meaning <br />when the distant hum of surf <br />on the shores of your sun <br />reminds me <br />you are here, visiting us all <br />for a very long time.<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awareness-your-voice/
