I’m calling on my angels to rise
my heart right inside the glimmer of his eyes!
Calling all angels to bestow
the butterflies that in my bosom seem to grow.
Voice that favoured my desire;
burning a line with threads of fire!
I moulded a man of such relief
Spacing tenderness over my grief…
And as I was crying, my angel subsided
a healing in mind had been provided.
So as I reach for the sound of your voice
lay down my reason, for I have no choice,
I’m stolen by night, and flown onto a sight
Of the creatures that were born from light;
Stolen my thoughts out of my hair
to fleeting essence into my stare.
velvet sounds begetting bounds
looseness sirens of nature’s mounds
Calling all angels, to wipe my fears
to make diamonds out of my tears.
Calling my angels to love yours
To leave traces of water into my shores
to believe me into a queen
A woman of space that sharpens serene.