When Your Yellow Meets My Blue
An unending glow wraps the harvest moon
Her pull drags me near but I am still too far
Too far for her to hear my cries of joy
As I bask in her beauty
Too far to look into these hopeless eyes
Seeing my forgiving care
Forging into me to carry on
In a world that is unfair
But fairness isn't guaranteed
The righteous aren't always rewarded
And tomorrow isn't promised
As my thoughts dip into her goodness
As my lips mouth along to the song of her soul
I know all is well
And
I know all will be well
When your yellow meets my blue
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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