The radio
and my lover’s voice
His eyes on the road,
hidden behind dreamy glasses.
We talk away the miles,
and so often find
his words are my own.
That one soul we’ve been weaving
twenty-one years strong.
Delicate
and
Sublime
Blowing in the wind
Passionate
and
Wise
Containing one sunlit field
and
The universe.
Whole.
Tags: My Poetry