When She Sings

I wrote this after a Cyndi Lauper concert in 2011…

When She Sings

When she sings
I just float away
Glide upon her voice
Soar for yet another day

When she sings
In her soothing honeyed tones
Time after time
She seeps into my very bones

When she sings
I’m a child with one more brand new toy
She sets me free
To surf a wave of perfect joy.

When she sings
I can be where I want to be
When she sings
The sun shines down on me
When she sings

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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