cowboy24
Bluelighter
I WONDER.
I wonder sometimes, what pictures your mind paints as you sleep.
As I watch you, so beautiful, so innocent, so sweet.
Do you see portraits of fields, of flowers, of sunlight?
Or is it the sullen illustrations of dark clouds and lightning that obscure your slumber.
And what strange sights does your gaze chase, as my quizzical frown follows your eyes, to and fro, to and fro…
Is it the colors, and life, and beauty of the day that your sight pursues?
Or is it shelter, from the storms of your psyche that you seek, so feverishly...
to and fro, to and fro…
I watch you sometimes, before I kiss you goodbye.
And as your eyes focus on that which I cannot see, and your lips murmur that which I cannot hear,
I wonder…
I wonder…
Dru 1999.
I wonder sometimes, what pictures your mind paints as you sleep.
As I watch you, so beautiful, so innocent, so sweet.
Do you see portraits of fields, of flowers, of sunlight?
Or is it the sullen illustrations of dark clouds and lightning that obscure your slumber.
And what strange sights does your gaze chase, as my quizzical frown follows your eyes, to and fro, to and fro…
Is it the colors, and life, and beauty of the day that your sight pursues?
Or is it shelter, from the storms of your psyche that you seek, so feverishly...
to and fro, to and fro…
I watch you sometimes, before I kiss you goodbye.
And as your eyes focus on that which I cannot see, and your lips murmur that which I cannot hear,
I wonder…
I wonder…
Dru 1999.
