Short Lost Lovenight Poems

Shadows Voice

Shadows Voice

In the night he comforts me,
in my sleep he sings to me.
A whisper that belongs to thee,
one who writes that symphony.
A deep enchanting melody,
seems to wrap my heart with glee.
Perhaps one night you’ll let me see,
whose voice it is that sets me free.
                                  Marhyia Blair
                                   March 18, 2010