When I First Heard The Voice Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

That which was heard for the first time,
That which was digested for the first time,
That which was recorded in the lines of memory for the first time,
It was a phone call!

Thought it was an angel,
all the way from the kingdom of havens,
but it was a haven sent angel of love,
the messanger to my life,
so scatter some sprinkles in my my heart with joy,
it was not a nerve, yes!
it was a feeling,

a voice creating an image of beauty,
she laughs and yet she glides with light,
and frankly by the moment I loved,
for the first in while,
I heard a hypnosis of a voice,

It was all real,
the words attered were much true,
tangible enough to be grabbed by the soul,
felt her breath in not a distance at all,
anon! anon!
it was for real,
hoped to whisper and thank the gift,
but too distanced was God.

She hanged off,
but I indeed envied and second lap of a call,
a call whose music I dance with my ears,
something and something never heard before, way outside the scope of the universe,
Felt the vacuity of her smile