Sing

             
                                                      Angels are singing in my eyes,
                                                      I can dream, now I have one,
                                                      it is mine to claim, it is newborn,
                                                      awaiting creation from dormancy,
                                                      I can feel it's expansion, it is overwhelming,
                                                      with such gladness I can sense it,
                                                      so alive it comes from the core within me,
                                                      I hid it many centuries ago, it has taken over now,
                                                      rounded with love, it ignites, it is I the writer, the poet, the singer.