The Voice

    In the silence of the night it came to me.
    Cutting through the darkenss and finding me, a lone voice.
    This voice sounds so familiar, but I can not place it.
    I listen as it speaks to me......

    Walking to the window I gaze at the stars in the sky.
    The stars seem to be twinkling to the same sound I am hearing.
    Still I can not place it.
    Such a soothing sound it is......

    The voice is like a melody to my ears.
    The melody embraces me and lifts me and I dance among the stars.
    I twirl and glide lightly on the air as the soft music fills me.
    I listen intently and wonder who it is that cares so much......

    All of a sudden the wind whispers to me.
    The words fill my ears and I smile to myself.
    I turn from the window as the voice fades.
    I smile a big happy smile because now I know......

    This voice is not strange to me.
    For it visits me often in my dreams.
    Cutting thru the darkness and bringing joy to my life.
    Yes this voice I know......

    Monica Bristol

    Feb 99

    Email Monica monicasue@hotmail.com

    Monica's Homepage http://www.makalin.com/monicasplace

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