Billings, MT USA
I am but one voice drowned in a crowd full of songs.
I have but one fragile heart that has had its share of breaking.
I live but one life that tip-toes down a busy road.
And if there be but one life, one heart that I may touch so deeply,
My one voice shall resound voluminous melodies inside my soul.
I am but one voice.
I am a woman, phenomenally.
I can be one rainmaker.
I can make rainbows, too.
I can open wounds, pour salt inside-
And my kisses can heal.
My words can breed to millions,
But I speak them with only my one voice.
I can be a sorceress of emotion,
Casting spells over your heart,
Lighting flames eternally.
Once my voice has kissed your ear,
I'll never leave your soul,
Staining your memory,
Never letting you go.
I'll leave you longing for that one voice
That speaks through the crowds of songs,
Yet knowing I was never meant to stay so long.
I can be that one care-taker of tear-drops,
Gently brushing them away with lucious lips
That feel, to you, like velvet rose petals.
Once you've felt my kindness and compassion for your soul,
You'll find a friendship deeper than any that you've ever known.
I can be one who is there for you.
I can be one who can care for you.
I can come to you whenever you feel that you need me.
I can choose to never leave you longing.
I can choose to stay where I am belonging.
And I can kiss your eyes and sing you lullabyes
With my one voice.
Regardless of how you come to know me,
I am still but one voice drowning in a crowd of songs.
Heart-broken and tip-toeing, I long to touch you.
Casting spells or painting rainbows,
I will always be but one voice.
©1999 Erin Solari
"She looked at her life
like lines, never-ending,
reforming and bending."