Her Voice was like Feathers

Her Voice Was Like Feathers

The sound of her soul

Rained over me whole

Like a shower of feathers

In a field of cloves.

If she ended her song

I would sit in her sea

Missing her voice

For all eternity.

But I hear it still

Within my mind

Such a gift from God

Of the gentlest kind

As soft as it touched

With each perfect verse

Matching the rhythm

Of my heart

submerged in echoes

that will never part.

Author:  Souad Zakarini

On OMPJ 

Photo Credit: Angelo Casto on Unsplash