a tale of 2

A voice insistently lingers,

In a crevice of my mind:

And its silken fingers run,

Softly down my spine.

That hint of a quiver,

And that silent shiver,

Refuse to let me pine.



There flits a lone mistral,

A lightly tripping breeze...

A pastiche of past perfumes,

Which puts my mind at ease,

And yet

Does its best to tease

My soul,

By dividing it,

And yet

Making it whole.



There lilts an arcane melody,

Amidst the whirring of my heart:

Which matches the rhythmic beats,

With its tuneful art...



There lies a sleepless whisper,

In the depths of my ear,

Which keeps you locked in me

When you're far from near.

I can still hear that voice

Since you're far yet near.,