I Miss your Voice
©21-25-03, Olan L. Smith
The thunder of a million moons
Whisper your name to me—I turn upright
On this wayward sphere, coveting you in sight,
I stand on this shore watching the loon
Dive beneath the waves, but her voice is far
Distant from me, an echo, echoing in the night,
Reverberating in my mind, as a vibration I fight
To evoke. One moon shines in my car
Window, this night. Luna, I miss your voice.
Where be the gods that bear delight?
Who in the heaven will speak my plight,
To my distant stars as strongly? It was my choice.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
