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.
