It Was Not Her Voice

She said, 'You are no longer needed here',

Her voice dismissive and her words like ice.

I turned away towards emptiness, the pain

Of failure was my soul's eternal price.

It was a dream that came as day awoke,

A haunting sorrow filled my weakened bones,

I could not catch the vision in the ray,

My mind was like a gravesite filled with stones.

I wrote to her that all was emptiness

Imploring her to fill my vacant mind

But desire's will in me would not allow

The promised boon silence can only find.

And now my failure follows me by night,

By day when I am merged in tree and flower,

Wherever I go the shadow of my fall

Fills each solemn soul-searching hour.

I know the unconscious tormented my soul,

It was not her voice, she has not abandoned me

But the lingering sense of my inadequate sight

Hints that I missed my spirit's destiny.