Your voice “dropping a line” Of such sincere serenity This fills me with gentle thoughts In troubled turmoil times Standing at the gate to my heart  You, guided by an Arch-angel Straight to that golden lock Who is the keeper of all truth I long for that little dark room Amidst the curves of our destiny You dropping a line of such serenity this fills me with gentle thoughts in troubled turmoil times guided by an Arch-angel I long for that little dark room amidst the curves of my obsession dorettepotgieter ©