Your voice sounds
like home,
like hope.
A retreat
you can sink within.
A duvet
to help you cope.
Your voice warm,
fires up thoughts
of chimneys over
roaring flames.
Embers sparkling,
tantalising the atmosphere.
The scent of smoke lingering,
hugging against the cool chill air,
as bread toasted
on those burning coals
drips with butter.
Liquid droplets of golden summer.
Your voice feels like home.
A room to walk through
in every tone.
Every surface intoned
with a different emotion,
every notation whispered,
sings up a new
undiscovered location.
In every breath,
a lung full of air breathes through,
blowing cobwebs clean.
The surfaces brand new, but also old,
antiques
we can always
admire and view
Your voice feels
like home.
A warm hug,
a hot chocolate
from my favourite mug.
Somewhere that feels perfect.
A place I'd always share,
staring in amazement
at the ornamentation
that always seems new,
like it suddenly appears there.
Thanks for reading
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