Poetry Collection.

"You're the Blue Sky, and I'm the Gray."

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Oh, my love.
How my heart falls
when your gaze rests upon mine.

Your eyes—
one the yellow of a quaint little bee
buzzing beneath the sun
and searching for the pollen of a flower wrapped in twilight,
the other a sheen of green like that of the clovers in the fields
and the leaves of summer trees blowing gently in a tropical breeze . . .

If I weren't so timid,
perhaps I could meet them
and get lost in them until the setting of the moon.

When you speak,
is it you,
or the melody of the loveliest song?

How your words drift through the air
as the falling leaves of winter;
weightless and formidable all the same.
How they reach my ears like a flowing stream,
sensing visions of smooth honey and crisp winds.

I wish I had the words to say
what I feel when I'm with you.
I may not have a brain,
nor a worth,
nor a reason,
but if I can make you smile,
then what's worth fearing?

The sun will set soon on the starlit ocean,
but we will see it rise once more as we walk on water.

You are the blue sky
and I am the gray.

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(November 11, 2020.)