Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. -William Wordsworth
she talks to me
not in words
words would just not do
they'd fall short of saying
all she had to say
fall short of reaching
the soul
she sings to me
in misty shades of purple and blue
in a way that only she can do
she lifts me
high above the skyline
to a mountaintop
high above the noise
the chaos down below
she loves me
like no other can ever do
she touches me
in misty shades of blue
~ poem "In Misty Shades of Blue" by Michael Traveler
I love you. I miss you.
d e e p sigh.