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