O mellifluous voice
Thoughts as mist eddying around my being
Diaphanous musings do I feel
Full.
Vituperative!
But a prescient warning!
An aberration of myself,
And you, O voice,
Nestled down inside my breast
Tucked away,
Warm and content
My heart knows no greater pleasure
Than to be one with you,
O Angel,
O Voice,
O Peace be mine
Heard in a reiterative beat.
I am one with you
My prescience
Of your irascible presence.