The VoiceI hear it deep into the night

For the one whose first is my last.

I hear it deep into the night
Setting dreams and thoughts alight
Calling out with all its might
Deep into my soul

Timbres, tones and intonations
Sensual with implications
Exceeding humble expectations
Losing all control

Coursing through my inner hearing
Unexpectedly appearing
Often quickly deeply nearing
Filling in the hole

There it is, again surprising
Sometimes sneakily devising
And yet still of love comprising
Being of the whole