Moment of Reverie

Sometimes when its late in the day, and I don’t have many words to say . . . I like to listen to your voice. The softness of your words, are easy on my mind, if I couldn’t hear or see you, I’d rather be the blind. I need to listen to your voice. When you at times decide, your voice to turn away, When you have other things, & nothing more to say. I wait to listen to your voice. As time between us passes, & the days are dryly long, I wonder what is on your mind, what is in your song. I long to listen to your voice.