Hear the voice, on that long distant voyager.
Does it come from inside, or what your eyes see.
The heart feels the words.
The ears, they hear the sounds.
Hear the voice.
Hear the voice as it calls.
What is your voyage, is it your journey.
The strings on an instrument, the ivory with the keys
Wave after wave of its influence, hammering your soul.
Your heart, the feelings
Does it bring tears, is it of joy, maybe pain, a memory.
The voyage has started.
What distance do you have to go.
Wave after wave, soul after soul
I see the voyager, it's you ...
Michael VanDyke @C 2023
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