To hear the Angels Sing

I spun in the still of the murky pool, A long long time ago. Should have Gone ahead to school. No one will ever know. Flowers blossomed behind my eyes, I struggled for a breath. Another careless child dies, A childs careless death. Just at the point where conciesnous fails, There came a curious thing, a timeless sense of warmth prevails, And I heard the angels sing. Then human intervention stole, me Back, I did not die. But the song, Oh the song! echos in my soul, As My years go racing by. Each women is a unique song. Ive searched and searched for years. Waiting, hoping, all along. Crying secret tears. A womens heart cannot be known, By creatures such as I. Each is a song thats hers alone, And a soul that longs to fly.. To hear that clear angelic note. Of beauty from a sacred place. proves the words king solomon wrote, Of her fair and precious grace. The deepest hope of everything, That the man I am believes. to love her is to hear angels sing. So this heart of mine percieves. Glad song,joy, for still it plays, Though these ears are growing old. Still the rapture of her garden ways, Gives me a dream to hold. I send my love in poetry, To them all for everything. And I call right now eternity, For I hear the angels sing........This really happened and its an answere to a question. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 01:32 PM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 12