The Man with the Blue Eyes


Your voice was smooth, soft and kind

Inspiring patterns,

Turning colors,

Folding gently through my mind.


A passionate wave twisting through

Weaving, tickling,

Breathing, rippling

Sailing, breathing, cool and blue.


A shining curl spiraling down

A pointed star

A spark afar

Shifting, tingling, coiling around.


Secure, protected, spirit raising

Upward flowing

Weightless, floating

Skyward cushioned, warm and praising.


Lovella Rush    1987