I love all the lady voices in my head
sweet, neat, n happily complete.
Forever more,
like soft spoken whispers,
deep velvet red rose buds,
blooming into flowers.
In the hours,
early morning,
when sun rises,
dew drops forming,
rolling and dripping off the peddles.
falling below to the meadows,
in fields of wild flower.
your whispers sweet to inner ear,
bringing vision to mind sphere,
O you sweet voices of mine.
Love never love in time.
Written by me and voices in the air
