Are they lips or avenues where my dreams can run amuck
Where I travel on your roads and can never get enough
Are they words or are they spells teaching me how to conduct
Are they pieces of a puzzle made for me to now construct?
Are they eyes or vivid skies the way they sparkle when I’m by
Or just a cloud for me to ride when my hope is running dry
Are they tears or is it rain singing me a lullaby
A double rainbow passing through changing sorrow to a sigh?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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