The Man Poem by Natasha Foster

God dreamed a man,
A beautiful beast of a man.
Beyond my window in the night,
He calls my name,
So faint, no ear is sure it hears.

I go to him
As one, at midnight, wakened by the call.
To his voice I am drawn,
Everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn.

Far up the dim twilight fluttered
That hypnotic voice of his.
From its blue vase, the rose of evening drops,
And I am covered in God's grace.