the singer's voice is smooth as cherry cream
it draws me in as i sit down to write
life for this moment is no more than a dream
the music sounds like light upon a stream
illuminating for a while the deep of night
the singer's voice is smooth as cherry cream
the silence of the pauses is i come to deem
like a small cloud that softens the sunlight
life for this moment is no more than a dream
the distant concert hall's in my mind's eye i seem
transported across time's immense bight
the singer's voice is smooth as cherry cream
i visualise candles in their most gentle gleam
i see an image of shining truth and right
life for this moment is no more than a dream
what the words are matters no more than steam
arising from dawn river woken by the light
the singer's voice is smooth as cherry cream
life for this moment is no more than a dream
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
25 November 2006
maidenly plaint
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