Her Voice

Ah, such a voice I heard today,
First time in sound yet not at all,
Through fingertips laid upon computer's keys,
I've glimpsed her soul and mind.

From my lips to wolven one's ears,
Words of trivalty travel.
Yet even in such trivalty as that,
Spoke we did,
Voice sounds trade betwix she and I.

Ah, to hear such voice, have I waited,
By and by this time,
And yes she sounds as I thought she might,
Though I sound not at all what she expected.
Instead of deep voiced dominance,
I sound of my home's sun and light,
Yet she hears me only by day,
As I am a different creature by night.

Such pleasure through me courses,
At the sound of such a voice,
Such hopes fulfilled and so strong willed,
In this woman I've met through this,
The keyboard upon which I write.

Aye, that voice of the lovely wolven one,
Spoke to me this day,
And in my heart I smile,
And wait for night to next hold sway.