#109 YOUR VOICE

#109 YOUR VOICE
(Americana)

Your Voice

The kettle sighs at midnight,
The porch light flickers dim.
A quick laugh cuts the darkness,
Then silence blankets all again.
The miles they stretch forever,
Hitch our voices on this phone.
Flowers rise with spring returning,
Yet I still sleep alone.

The rain runs down the window,
My thoughts creep soft and slow.
I wander in the twilight,
In places no-one knows.
The quiet hums a promise,
That leaves this heart no choice.
The world grows tight and tangled,
And then I hear your voice.

Mornings awaken empty
Night's pages never turned.
I light a bonfire for comfort,
Cup my hands over the burn.
You tell me about strangers,
Who make you laugh out loud
I smile to stop from crying,
Let more words tumble out.

The rain runs down the window,
My thoughts creep soft and slow.
I linger in the half-light,
Where only echoes go.
The quiet hums a promise,
That leaves this heart no choice.
The world grows thin and fragile,
And then I hear your voice.

I picture our first moment:
You turn, I see your smile.
'Til then a thousand midnights,
To hear you breathe awhile.

The rain runs down the window,
My thoughts creep soft and slow.
I stumble in the shadows,
In places I don’t even know.
The quiet hums a question,
That leaves my heart no choice.
The world grows still and silent,
And then I hear your voice.