the power of voices (sorry nicole)

 the thunderous voice 

that broke the butterfly

roared in a chorus

speaking up high

while the delicate florist tended the hedges

why do your words have such hard unrefined 

edges;i speak in a hush you speak in a bark 

i cry when you sigh you sing when i laugh

your hard torrent

raises such wonderful phrases

and gilds the cool water 

that washes the daiseys

i am rather gruff

you speak sensious stuff

i speak what i like

youd rather it hide

and be only for ears

on your passionate peaks

my word for your word

in slumberous sleep 

i wake at the dawn

your upside half the equator

im gloomy i yawn

your beauttys a saviour

my beauty is gone

by means of a choice

the rough thunder rager

didnt saviour the voice