Your Voice

Your voice:

my dream as certain truth,

as hope the captive's breath.

. . .


A three line, twelve word poem. How significant can such a small thing be?

These brief words arose from my vivid experience of the sound of a voice I love and have heard many times in dream but never in my waking state. My words are changed by my truth in mind.

Truth in art is explicitly shaped by the person experiencing it, and less obviously with all other things. I only ever know what comes to mind...