Imprints - CF Literary and Arts Magazine

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Volume 11

 

     Night Song

The timbre of your voice
drenches my parched soul
and I drink it in.

My chest heaves with swells of life
Rising, falling,
freeing all that had been so long forgotten,
buried along with the best of me.

The pulse of your song
strokes me into peaceful slumber
and I believe in dreams once again.

Night Song

Sandy Pell