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When You Speak To Me

written by: Cary Chrysler (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.


"He smiled at her, and walked away."

"Sky in the Grass."

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Just a man from northern California, living on a beautiful acre of high desert I call Goose Ridge.
Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

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