To Rest Is To Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who rest thus one wish for the touch of respect just to look to the sky for some where there angel to fill once heart with the touch of respect but yet the more one wish the more the stars shall shine and just to see the blue moon for the blue moon shall fill once heart with the light of life but yet to rest is to feel the touch of respect.


The more one rest the more a rose shall bloom with the touch of respect but when one feel the sun thus one feel warm smile for every warm smile is like the sun that raise to touch he blue sky with respect but when one see a star thus it's the angel with eyes like the diamond that sparkle in the night yet for one to rest is to feel the touch of respect.


When there a heart that need to feel the touch of respect thus for it's the blue moon that will fill one with the light of life but for every bird that one see thus the bird shall sing for the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper threw the trees for the more the night breeze whisper the more one shall feel the touch of respect but to rest is to feel the touch of respect.


Thus just to feel the touch of a rose for one eyes shall twinkle like the diamond in the night sky and yet for every touch of respect for the stars will sparkle in once eyes with the touch of respect but when the sun touch one for on will feel the touch of respect just to rest is to feel the touch of respect.