When You Speak To Me
written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)
@skyinthegrass
If singing were a language,
if its syntax brought gift of lyric.
If the sweet of your voice,
had been composed by angels.
Then tides would never ebb,
beauty never fade.
Maybe it was,
I don’t know.
What do I know of angels,
but for the way my heart jumps,
when you speak to me.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
“He smiled at her, and walked away.”
“Sky in the Grass.”
Just a man from northern California, living on a beautiful acre of high desert I call Goose Ridge.
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