Judy Blue

Along the ripples, morning's silver winds blow, I can't see the other side yet

I do know, that you are sitting over there worrying about me, in between

Rising waves of our ever broadening sea ~

Judy Blue,

From sunny yellow our world turned grey, all so quickly in the matter of a day. Months before you sat with me smiling, reading through winter's dark, your brown eye's so beguiling.

Your generous gestures I took for granted, silly antics all off-handed: now all I do is long to see your pretty face across from me.

How fast the colours of our lives turn hues, from sunny yellow to fading blues. ~

Along the ripples, morning's silver winds blow, I can't see the other side yet

I do know, that you are sitting over there worrying about me, in between

Rising waves of our ever broadening sea ~