Psonnets of Romance
Your Voice, Dear

Your voice, dear - I remember it so clear -
not what you said, but how the words were said.
The spirit lives; the letter long is dead,
and if I had a letter with me here,
it could not speak. Your voice I would not hear.
I would be left with reading it instead
and guessing at the sound of what is read
when I would want you speaking with me, near.
But since too vaguely I recall your word
and will forget the nuance of your voice,
I wish that I had written when I heard,
to have a little reason to rejoice,
reminding me our love had once occurred,
and love in sound and substance was our choice.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org