Your Voice

By Ruby Archer

Your voice is gone
And every echo vanished
To delicate vibration
Beyond the realm of hearing—
Except within my soul—
There deathless dwelling ever.
Always my ear
Is yearning toward that cadence,
Not for a theme of kindness
Nor yet a rhythmic beauty—
So many share of these—
But for its truth and power.
My inward ear
In memory holds a semblance—
Deluding consolation—
But sentient ear, more human,
Alert, will crave and wait
And find contentment never.

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