When You Speak To Me by Cary Chrysler at Spillwords.com

When You Speak To Me

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.”

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