7th prayer to G

I thought i heard you, my muse, but thats silly G, its 2.30am and raining

I guess keats would say to fanny i fancied i heard you, i ran out to see

You, in the rain, the cars, Love was raining your name in Sound, all around me, i fancied, rain was falling, for love of thee

I saw a beautiful woman, standing in the service station, across from me, it was her voice i could hear you in,

But it wasnt you, G