From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Butterflies float   
   With petals and feathers   
   In every note   
   Of your voice. In its tenor -   
   Nectarine, white,   
   Full of light, full of sky -   
   There is delight -   
   And I will not ask why   
   Sometimes your voice   
   Shimmers like a bright star -   
   Sometimes it's close   
   Sometimes it's far   
   Sometimes I hear in it   
   Rivers and streams   
   Sometimes I see in it   
   Passions and dreams   
   Sometimes it crests   
   Like a wave in a sea   
   Sometimes it nests   
   Like a bird in a tree   
   Sometimes it rings   
   Like a vanishing bell   
   Sometimes it sings   
   As if casting a spell -   
   Sometimes it flings   
   Like a lasso, ensnares   
   Prey. Or grows wings   
   And then flies everywhere -   
   Sometimes it drops   
   Like a leaf from an oak   
   Sometimes it stops   
   Like a belltower clock   
   Sometimes it wafts   
   Like a sweet summer breeze   
   Or like a raft   
   It floats over the seas -   
   Sometimes I feel it   
   Caressing my ear   
   Holding me in it   
   Drawing me near.   
   Sometimes I glimpse   
   What your voice holds within   
   When it so seems,   
   I can fully glean   
   Its warmth and softness   
   Its passion and peace   
   Then I am lost in   
   The most perfect bliss   
      
   https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)