That Voice

I hear that voice from across the room
The lilt so fine, it is low then higher
Alive so fine in the afternoon.

I close my eyes when I hear it croon.
Sparkling with sunlight, draped in desire
I hear that voice from across the room.

Adrift and free on the wind, fine-hewn,
Filled with heart-dancing, chased by fire,
Alive so fine in the afternoon

It's red like passion, a wastrel's tune,
It pipes outside, the world to inspire,
I hear that voice from across the room

And yet I wish to be entombed
Far from this house, that voice in its choir
Alive so fine in the afternoon

I'll wish for an understanding moon
For then I'll know what's to transpire.
I hear that voice from across the room,
Alive so fine in the afternoon.