Song of Woman

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.