My Angel Sing Poem by James Osizimetor Inobemhe

Kind strokes and caresses dot
the rhythm of what I hear
do to my spirit, soul and body

Wonder, peace and bliss
joyful and love-full it is
O'er my heart it pass
along my days it lasts
so pure a sound like glass
on my soul my angel cast.

And a wow my voice lifts
As a rage of sound on my soul
Burst like in a demon fist
I hear my angel speak in songs
Of mystery to me with great meaning

[saying] "who makes you feel the way I do? "

this was my first letter as Zeus to Calypso….