Soothes

Washed by waves of beauty

On the shore,

Caressed by balmy water

To the core,

Relaxed into the sands of time

And sleep,

Succumb unto unconsciousness,

The deep

Darker plains surrounded though

With light,

Relieving fear, engendered

By the night.

A welcome swell of ocean

Bathes my soul,

Cleansing warmest water

Makes me whole.

Your Voice

Your voice is quite mellifluous

In my imagination

It washes clear across my pores

And takes me to your nation.

It may be one like Hugh of Oz

That melts and quivers knees,

Or could be spoken like a kiss

That touches, breathes with ease.

It could be a Canadian

Or US dialect,

It could be Scots or Irish

With a something in its fleck.

It could be just my hearing

That warms to accents so.

It may be just the words you say

That cause ears and heart to glow.