Gregory Pickett - Your Voice

The rhythmic curve that your voice seems
to possess
Sends me into a spiral of passion, a victim of
its caress
This pattern of infatuation is like a blueprint
of all things fine in nature
Still, the octaves in your voices make it increasingly
impossible to imagine your creator

Because, (taking a leap of Faith) , I'd deduce that
Isis spit you from her womb
Only to capture me in a rapture of glee, trapped in
a place without a trace of any gloom

... O how I want to be trapped by you...

If my hypothesis was incorrect, please let me attempt
to make humble amends
Trends come and go, but my admiration for you is
steadfast; it never depends

On 'ifs' and 'buts' and 'maybes', those situations are
so trite
But the melodic mood and harmonious tone of the
words you speak always so sound right
In your throat I hear the Blessed tongue of the
angels that art on high
Thank time and space for the creation of you
i hope one day to explain to you why

Gregory Pickett

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