pink variations
There’s a white moon faint
Through the pink haze of an evening dance.
It’s a mixture I would paint
But its movement loses the chance.
I learned by heart its grace
As it moved through time
So my mind’s trace
Sees it from this heart of mine.
My sweetheart when she’s tickled
Her laughter explodes into pink light.
That’s my favorite trick that’ll
Put everything right.
I learned by heart its grace
As it moved through time
So my mind’s trace
Sees it from this heart of mine.
Her cheek turns soft pink
In its blush for a word
In a way that makes me think
About the sanctity of something heard.
I learned by heart its grace
As it moved through time
So my mind’s trace
Sees it from this heart of mine.
A bouquet of soft pink flowers
Carried in her hand
Through the gray-blue sky of an April shower
To the now of where I stand.
I learned by heart its grace
As it moved through time
So my mind’s trace
Sees it from this heart of mine.
The pink flush of her face
After we climb to the summit
Leaves me breathless floating in space
Looking down from somewhere above it.
I learned by heart its grace
As it moved through time
So my mind’s trace
Sees it from this heart of mine.
Waltzing together
In the pink ballroom beyond.
Spinning forever
In a pink sunset on the Parthenon.