Heard Her Radio Song

Sweet voice calling me From pedestal so high Might never come down So I'll climb up Still remembering past joy When love was new Innocence still on lips Trapped now in glory Face in electric windows Looking back at me Once there each morning Cheek on my chest Singing passion in ear My body her instrument Played it so well We became as one Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn