I heard her voice calling.

I heard love in the wind,

When angels were falling

Through time with no end.

I listened, I harkened,

To my glorious muse.

Enchanted, Enraptured

By her joyous news.

"Have hope," she commanded.

"Have faith, and with no doubt,

"The secret," she whispered,

"Is to love with a shout."

I harkened, I listened,

To my mistress, my muse.

Though saddened and maddened,

I had nothing to lose.

I hear her voice calling,

From Venus, from Mars,

As angels are falling,

As the rain from the stars.

Dedicated to Marie Rose.

© 2008 Charles M. Baker III