Love, Mental Health, Poetry, Writing

Heaven Spent. A poem.

When rest is ill met
When time is heaven spent
When loneliness shakes
My tree, leaves me rent 
Your voice
The sonic equivalent 

Of water 
to 
the parched
Of land 
to 
the drowning
Of peace 
to 
the wayward

Your voice 
Soothed my pain
heaven spent

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