My eyes snap open
With a deep inhalation
I'm suddenly awake.
The silence of my room
Lends itself so well to
Clarity of thought.
That is the moment I hear it,
The voice in the distance.
Singing, beckoning,
Though she not know it.
Sweeter than the sirens song, it sings to me,
Beckoning, Harkening,
Touching
Listening
Sighing
Knowing
No words can describe
The beauty I hear.
When she touches your soul,
How can one think,
Much less speak
A song of beauty,
Undeniable beauty,
At such a distance,
In perpetuity.
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Something I'm strongly considering setting to music.
