I wish I could forget the sound of your voice
so I could replay the first moment I heard it.
The way you said my name with a high pitch tone, squawking like a red-breasted robin welcoming the waking spring.
Your notes trailed though these lines as melodies and harmonies waxed and waned as silver tides in the luminous moonlight.
Your lips carried me to paradise without even tasting my salted skin.
I think I heard a star explode when you first whispered that you loved me…
Or maybe my mind wasn’t prepared for the sun’s shine because you have become the center of my universe.
And even now after not hearing your words for weeks, at night, while my head rests on woven feathers, I can listen to the lullaby your soul has been singing to me since the moment we first met.