Diamonds In The Wind

Her voice rises in my memory even now,
Tiny diamond-notes afloat on the wind.
I resent the sound of it, and bow
Only reluctantly to the memory untwinned,
Rememeber only reluctantly the birth
Of a love like nothing I have known on earth.

It was a love born entirely of the voice,
Tiny diamond-notes afloat in the air.
I could say that I could have had a choice,
But I believe I did not- and didn't care.
All I hungered for was the sound sweet,
Sweet as the world around me, earth under my feet.

Her voice still sings the song in my memory,
Tiny diamond-notes dancing on the clouds.
I was awash in a sparkling-bright sea,
White and pure as funeral winding shrouds.
And this though I could not make out the tune-
Something about hills, I think, and the moon.

While she sang- still sings- her endless song,
Tiny diamond-notes dancing on the breeze,
I lie there- lay there- and felt something wrong
Break free in me through the languours ease.
And I understood, and have wept since then-
I would never hear anything so lovely again.