Her Celestial Voice

Her Celestial Voice
I heard the language of the Gods
As if through melodious goldenrods
Songs of lament, joyful, and pure
Then life became an exotic overture
I floated up to lofted spaces
Saw the Gods with weeping faces
She sang, she cried, and she oh so felt
Passion ran through wherever she dwelt
Her celestial voice summoned my spirits
They ran with her through all her lyrics
Her song stayed with me through the night
Until the next morn’ what a glorious sight
She sang her song and changed my mood
My empty feelings can now conclude
Candice sang to me like I
Never heard before

Featured in "Jerry Jazz Musician," online publishing

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