MyWords
The Thoughts of Jolomi
Grey Hours
Like the whispering wind carrying my thoughts to the heavens
Your words lift the melody off the pages I write
Waves of harmonious ripples caress me at night
The author of my dreams you are
Healer of the most painful of moments
I see you holding me above the dark abyss
Like a place that holds the best of thoughts
I hold you tight till your breath fills me
Like the rainbow that brightens the meekest of infants
I see your color in the grey hours