Do you know my voice as it calls to you deep in the blue-black night?
I’ve searched so long but you, ever elusive as
shadows dancing on a sunny day,
out of reach, out of sight.
Do you know my eyes when you look at them
across the universe of space, of time
Do you know who I’ve become since you’ve gone?
I write now, everyday, from that secret place in my heart
where my voice cracked and disguised,
suffered abuse as my soul gasped in leadened air
listened to thoughts unheard, not a word
of dissension nor signs of unrest
only the silent hammering
of my heavy heart beating
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg