The Night The Angel Fill The Air With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The night for one to see the blue moon for it's the angel of respect but when one see the blue moon thus there light of life but for who shall feel the touch of life when one see the moon thus one wish for the touch of respect but when one see a star for one see a twinkle but the night the angel fill the air with respect.


To feel the night the night breeze that whisper respect in the night air yet every star that sparkle in the sky for one shall feel the touch of respect where there a star for one will feel the light of respect but for just to look to the sky for there the angel that will touch once heart but the night the angel fill the air with respect.


When the sky is clear for every stars that one see is the angels of respect for it's the angel that will fill a heart with respect just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of the angel for who's eyes that sparkle in the night but when the blue moon raise to touch the night sky and yet the night the angel fill the air with respect.


Where there a warm smile thus the stars shall twinkle in once eyes with the touch of respect yet every min that once eyes twinkle the more one shall feel the touch of respect Just to feel the warm smile that is like the morning sun that will touch every rose that in full bloom but yet when a rose been touch with respect for the night the angel fill the air with respect.