Your Voice

I wait in shadows
Listening for your voice
Words to stir my soul

The sunrise breaks
The dawn of day
I bask in His light

The pleasure of his voice
The bridge to his soul
Let me feel your world

Delicate as lace, strong as steel
I wait to hear your voice
I wait, My Master, I wait.



love

Thrall

the only thing wrong with this poem is......................you misspelled your own name

I see no mistakes and I love your words again.

Damn thrall. This is another poem that reaches out and grabs me. This one yanked my gut. Thank you.

My thrall,

Thank you for the sweet comments about my voice. I wish I had the words to express that as you do.

I wait...............

beautiful!