Ballads
Apr 3 · 1 min read
What would we talk about, she asks;
I listen to her voice, her sparkling stories,
a kaleidoscope of pictures,
and see with her eyes, her world;
Time stands still and then time flies.
What would we talk about, she asks;
We smile and laugh and bicker and care,
kids in our heart, light on our feet
we dance and embrace the sweet melodies
of our voice, and the world seems a better place.
What would we talk about, she asks,
when all we do when silence treads
is yearn, for the other voice.
