Your voice long lost returned to me.

I wondered if I could decode its content.

Falling leaves whispered in darkness.

Misty air wrote perfect pentameter couplets.

I did recognize your voice, lost and found.

Whispering leaves punctuated your pulmonary motion.

Pentametric air cared your nimble bi-labial plosives.

Your voice long lost returned to me.

I wondered if you were there behind your voice.