Will I ever forget you?

Walking in the shade of murmuring pines,

I sink into memories with a heart that repines.

Recalling the voice that called my name

Like the music of unsaid, unmarred lines.

The voice that unfailingly came,

Always unchanged and same;

Like a bird that sweetly persists and sings

Provoking to dance the feet that are lame.

That voice turns not away but clings,

Breathing life into lifeless things.

In my mind that silken voice rings.

In my mind that silken voice rings...