Aria
Her voice sings to me, like rising chords
Drifting higher to where magic did soar:
With soft phrases decorated with charm
Glided lazily on sunlight’s reaching arms;
Basking with life within melodies so soft;
Delicately placed on magic floating aloft…
Her voice sings to me, in unseen wonders
That fills painted skies with lyrical colors,
With sweet words glided on tonal brushes,
Drifting smoothly across hymnal lushness
Of a love’s aria, of whispered magic heard
Drifting to heaven’s skies on painted words.