The Angelic Voice

After a long evening
Having some drinks
with my friends
As I head towards
My street bends

A voice caught my attention
From the dim light
Staring from a little crowd
As she sings melodically
For the delight
Of the small heads

I threw my heart
In the air
And catch it
As I grab a seat at a gentle corner
To listen to this
voice from the underworld

Her style of words
And the smoothness of the tone
Intoxicate the audience
Like the strongest wine
Ever brewed from the hands
Of men on the field

Oh! I wish you were there
The stars dropped down below
On our faces
As we all looked across
To the mermaid singing
On the waters

She completed my evening
And can’t but keep pondering
On the natural breath
Her words pour forth
And the Marvelous ways
She displays her gifts

With thoughts flooding
My mind as I walk home
I knew that I have
Found a new home
With the angelic voice
That stole my lungs
This gentle evening
And I would always
Ring their hearts
On every sunday night


About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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