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I miss the sound of a friendly voice

The sound of a friendly voice
Its haunting is like a song whose words you cannot recall, but the essence of it still resides within your soul
A teasing tickle in your mind begging release and rediscovery
That sensation of comfort
A sentiment in the atmosphere
Like an epiphany of feeling, an advent in the birth of peace found within the nuance of a moment
An experience/sensation/emotion that, all around you, all was right for just an instantaneous measure of time
That the ghosts of negativity were held captivated by the very hallow of a spiritual sentiment so pure that consciousness itself was created to perceive and appreciate its being to "Being"
Fascinating like a celestial body soaring in the sky
Illuminating as a rainbow defines adversity
Electrical currents of color
Scintillating a spectrum of grace in sight
Its sensation like the tender of soft
Like the light tracing of touch against your skin, whose echo found its way into your heart
More intesting that the avatar of its messenger was word
That the two, sound and touch, can equally pierce your profound
That sound COULD touch, both within and skin
Yet equally deep, their echo that has no measure
No final resonate or predetermined return
No length to fate's play
I miss the sound of a friendly voice the way light, wind, and cloud create a canvas for the imagination
Within the beauty of the sky, the way you innately desire to share that moment in word with another
The resonation of its absence is felt many-fold
Its absence is like a pierce within all of you at once
Like the ghost of your dearest love haunting you evermore
I miss the sound of a friendly voice...

Description
I miss the sound of a friendly voice

The sound of a friendly voice
Its haunting is like a song whose words you cannot recall, but the essence of it still resides within your soul
A teasing tickle in your mind begging release and rediscovery
That sensation of comfort
A sentiment in the atmosphere
Like an epiphany of feeling, an advent in the birth of peace found within the nuance of a moment
An experience/sensation/emotion that, all around you, all was right for just an instantaneous measure of time
That the ghosts of negativity were held captivated by the very hallow of a spiritual sentiment so pure that consciousness itself was created to perceive and appreciate its being to "Being"
Fascinating like a celestial body soaring in the sky
Illuminating as a rainbow defines adversity
Electrical currents of color
Scintillating a spectrum of grace in sight
Its sensation like the tender of soft
Like the light tracing of touch against your skin, whose echo found its way into your heart
More intesting that the avatar of its messenger was word
That the two, sound and touch, can equally pierce your profound
That sound COULD touch, both within and skin
Yet equally deep, their echo that has no measure
No final resonate or predetermined return
No length to fate's play
I miss the sound of a friendly voice the way light, wind, and cloud create a canvas for the imagination
Within the beauty of the sky, the way you innately desire to share that moment in word with another
The resonation of its absence is felt many-fold
Its absence is like a pierce within all of you at once
Like the ghost of your dearest love haunting you evermore
I miss the sound of a friendly voice...