She Spoke In Bliss Poem by Chronos Author

In the seasons that gave birth to soothing sounds of nature- A daughter born with 7 Angels incarnating her as a heavenly creature. Divine in transe this woman communicated with Cherubims- O thou fair female flaunting fragile wings of Seraphims. In Spring duets that taught her aura in tones of bliss- And made the best air wave hiss with her sweet lips in kiss. She spoke to me, and my heart listened carefuly- As a peasant to the master, hearken, solemnly- In moments of drowning her mouth to embrace each echo in slavery. The ocean splatters that created tranquil aroma- When i heard her speak the first time, was the day in her voice i slept in a coma.