As the skies keep changing
its shades of blue to all
sorts of silvery gray hues…
I had to lay my heavy head
to let go of the blues.
As serenity gracefully wafts
all over me, your words,
how it keeps visiting
my subconscious mind…
“I promise to be yours,
if you promise to be mine.”
As I slowly drift off
to unconsciousness,
your words…
Oh, how they turn
into voice.
Your v o i c e.
And how it keeps replaying
like a broken phonograph…
as I fade into the abyss
of thy sweet l o v e.
One afternoon.
May you find yourself between the lines.
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