To Feel The Night Is Like Being Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who stand in the night air and yet for one can feel the touch of respect that was fill by the angel of respect and yet for the angel with eyes like the diamond in the night but just to feel the touch of the night air and yet to feel the night is like being touch with respect.

Thus for who shall feel the touch of respect that was fill in the air but for every touch of respect is the angel that is filling once heart with respect but just to feel the night breeze that whisper respect and yet to feel the night is like being touch with respect.


For one who wish to feel the touch of respect for one will see a star that twinkle in the night but when the sun is up for one will see a bird that been touch with respect to fill the morning sky thus the more one see a bird the more one feel the respect but to feel the night is like being touch with respect.


Every min that one feel the touch of respect for once eyes shall twinkle in the night sky yet just to see the stars for every star is the angel of respect but when one feel the touch of a rose is like feeling the touch of the angel respect thus when the blue moon raise for there the angel that fill the air yet to feel the night is like being touch with respect.