Voice Of Heaven

By Tara Nicole Walker

10.23.2002

The hollow echo of music

A melody from the sweetest of throats

It sends shivers down your spine

As you hear it

As you feel it

Resounding sweetly through the dark

Black velvet curtains rise and you see a light

A soft blue light surrounding a ghostly figure

A figure that reflects the beauty of the stars

Who's voice could only come from the deep recesses of Heaven

There are no words just beautiful notes playing along the scale

First strong and resonant then soft and full of breath

Silver glitter falls through the air

Sparkling brightly in the soft blue of the shaded light

Falling over the figure like the thinnest, most delicate of mantels

Long, dark, silky curls cascade around her shoulders

As bits of glitter alight on her gleaming hair

She stops an the last note slowly echoes away into the silence

Large dark eyes, filled with tears look out

Steadily staring directly into your soul and yours alone

The softest rose petal lips, the color of deepest scarlet

Part ever-so-slightly as her chest takes in a deep breath

She lifts her delicate face to the sky as her sweet voice fills the air again

And the lights fade

And the glitter flows

As the certain of darkness falls

With the last fading, flowing, echoing

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