I cried again
For the voice, I heard
Over and over
a bucket, a river

This pain, this longing
It was not yours
This dream, this hope
It never meant to you

But it was your voice
That wakes me up
It was your voice
That pulled my heart

And it was your voice
Which shakes me strong and hard...
It was your voice
Which had melted my frozen heart

Penetrated into my skin
Seeping into my soul
Flowing deep into my being
And wake the sadness I hid under self-control

I cry again
For your voice, I heard
Over and over
A bucket, a river

© 2017 Freya Cesare

Comments

Freya Cesare (author) from Borneo Island, Indonesia on September 23, 2017:

Thank you, Gypsy Rose Lee

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 23, 2017:

Lovely poetry and very expressive. Enjoyed.