The Edge of Me
Blissful music plays around my head...
Up on the hill I sit with all things said...
In a rocking chair that leans on the edge of me...
I cast my hands out to the clouds and fly free...
Caressing these pillows in the sky till I make them rain...
Then massaging them back to white like a sunny picture frame...
Over your sky I travel with the promise to barely make a sound...
Just a whisper in your ear that I will always be around...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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