Your Sky

Touch with your tongue, touch with your heart worded dewdrops speak plain.. not beating my chest., or tempting a soul nor giving it away, except maybe, just this once.. again. Think you saw something that reminded you.. w' those same eyes that used to see through, oh used to see right through... Would you have heard me, If you didn't have keen ears? So very, very keen.. searching a single note from afar, though near enough to hear my plea. No, more, no less, or maybe all of those... waxing & waning in a dream's moonlit sky Frankie said- "whatever gets you through the night." lest you wonder, at motes floating past your eye.. it's all yours, your turn to shine.