Someone I Used to Know

A voice  gently  called  out

whispering from the rafters of silence,

the way the canyon walls softly echo

in a warm southern breeze

It seemed as if it were a dream

but eyes wondered wide open

Reaching out for the lingering

empty air that breathes my name

Touching the wafting emptiness

rippling through hollow void;

  to buoyantly catch sight of

an oasis in another distant realm

Swept away by a seething waterfall,

      the  heart  won’t  let  go ―

 Seized  by  the  calling  voice

 that spates the broken intone

        never  fathoming

              distantness

           was  so  far  away

   An  abiding  voice  hovers ―

  a paling  memory beholds a glow

     of someone I used to know

                  by heart

Written by:   h.a. rivers … November 19^th, 2017 … ©