The Man with the Blue Eyes
Your voice was smooth, soft and kind
Folding gently through my mind.
A passionate wave twisting through
Sailing, breathing, cool and blue.
A shining curl spiraling down
A pointed star
A spark afar
Shifting, tingling, coiling around.
Secure, protected, spirit raising
Skyward cushioned, warm and praising.
© Lovella Rush 1987