A Voice on the Radio

I fell in love at seventeen

With a voice who's face I hadnever seen,

Echoing quietly, soft andserene

On the airwaves traveled amillion miles

To touch my soul with angelictones.

Speaking in voice so muchlike my own;

Whispering softly for my earsalone.

Soothing contentment...

Tickling smiles...

 

Where can nostalgia tempt usto go?

Seeking the joy that we knewlong ago,

Harboring secrets that no onecan know;

No one may enter our privatedomain.

 

Wild beasts may beckon tobreak down our door,

Serpents may slither acrossbarren floor,

Gluttons may hunger... Longingfor more,

But settle for silence...

As memories remain.