Voice of Vision

A voice in the distance,
no image of it in sight,
wondering of it's beauty
elegance of strength might.

It touches like a whisper,
a breeze of late night summer,
relaxing to ones soul,
the mind brought to slumber.

Images of common projection,
of what one wants to see,
splendid is its vision,
bringing it closer to me.

Eyes that bare a sparckle,
such as diamonds in the light,
skin of softest texture,
to the touch; ever most right. 

A glow of magnificent aura,
held with the highest dignity,
brought before my eyes,
after all of eternity. 

Carman Deck "99"

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