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 life 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~ |
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