Walking down the stairs in a bright workroom,
standing by the dishes smiling,
she’s a sunburst on a sunny day.
And I was holding my breath in,
pink and tan face to red,
and when I said I was blinded
it was gospel, a truth,
that when I look into her all else is gone,
gone into the shadows
from the drama of her presence...
and I was holding my breath in
hoping she would come near: and you did,
and so I exhaled.
