Your voice is like a gentle breeze,
That dances through the autumn trees.
It whispers calm to restless seas,
And brings my weary soul to ease.
A tender hush, a velvet sound,
Where all my scattered thoughts are found.
It softens nights and cools the day,
And leads my fears to drift away.
No thunder shouts, no storms arise,
Just quiet stars in moonlit skies.
Your voice, a light that softly stays,
And wraps my heart in warmest praise.
But winds must turn and seasons part,
And echoes fade within the heart.
Your voice remains—a phantom song,
A gentle breeze I knew too long...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last verse is so sad. Great poem however. Nice measure and rhyming.