Mildly Blue

On a mildly blue day in forever

in a slumber world born of a choice,

past the mountains and molehills of never,

where the river meets ocean, a voice…


is reciting an often told story

of love, the definitive prize,

of a boy in his whimsical glory,

of a girl with her soul in her eyes.


It’s a study in secretive glances,

It’s a ballad in hesitant rhyme

of do over hearts and romances

unbound by the shackles of time.


Then deep in the night or the morning

my supposedly untroubled soul

in league with my heart, sounds a warning

that the lease on my heart can’t control.


Am I mending a heart that was broken

am I telling a tale out of school

am I shepherd to wishes unspoken

or a dreamer exposed as a fool?

~ Dean Neighbors ~