They are the steel blue of winter skies.They are the steel blue of winter skies. They reach deep into my soul. I feel myself drawn to you, but I can't feel my body move. When I realize you've asked a question, I suddenly notice I'm standing inches away from you, so I step back and lower my eyes, feeling the blush rise in my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I can barely whisper "I don't know what I'm doing. I didn't mean to interrupt you ..." (`although I didn't hear what you were saying,' I add mentally). "Oh, that's okay ..." your voice is so enticing "I was just rambling ... shall we walk?" I nod, unable to speak. I want to listen to your voice, let it flow over me and help me dissolve into this beautiful wood . |