Angel in a woman's skin
Listening, I, contemplating feeling,
Her voice seemed somehow,
Other worldly captivating.
As if here, a woman
Of great beauty, was more than,
Something more than this voice,
This tranquil beautiful light.
Many hours I let creep away,
Finding my heart beating,
This tune, a melody of peace,
A flavour of my delicious need.
Barnsley's Nightingale may be Yorkshire's love,
And she may be it's angel.
Yet to me and others who see,
A bridge between life, love and reality,
Comes upon we, the poetic we,
Loving the angel, Kate Rusby....
For Kate Rusby, 'Blooming Heather'.