The voices of my longing call out your name

[rayebs]

Been silent for a while.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes!

I wrote poetry.

The voices of my longing call out your name.
I am resting. The airy darkness weightlessly dusting my surroundings;
an envelope of comfort

I ponder the calling cries, distinguishing each voice and it’s name.

Lithe and flity, my voice of fantasy calls out to you.
Dreaming and scheming grandiose themes.
Fantasy is thorny vapors, let if float by

Without any legs, the voice of desire, of my lust whispers your name.
Of little foundation, yet solid form, it crawls.
Desire eyes fantasy and awaits it’s brethren to bestow purpose.

Standing firmly, friendship keenly calls out your name.
The most steadfast of the voices, it rarely sways and doesn’t stay defeated.
Friendship is blessed, for you share in it’s song

The last voice, closest to mine, is my voice of love.
Such a timid, yet true voice that calls your name!
Such a brave voice, presenting itself to be heard.
Love knows you hear and gladly suffers your silence.
Love will live just to be heard; love does not require answers to it’s plea.
Love just is.
Existing in it’s place, so close to my heart, your name on love’s lips…

All these sounds, voices, cries of your name;
I relish in them all as I rest.
I fold the warmth of your name around me, close my eyes,
And dream of your face.