Tell me why I see the blue skies but I can not feel the sun?
I pause, remembering this emotional shadow passed down, I wear it as a crown
I count each red door, looking for the one to my heart.
Trying to escape this clear tight cellophane, spoiled view undone.
Every pillow is my bed unmade, every passion lost, I wear it as a frown.
I collect all the empty paper cups, looking for the one half full.
Every cloud is silver and colors end in gold,
My patient romance is standing on the line waiting for the start.
about the author
Kimberly Urban is a stay-at-home mother of three children. She is just an average person who likes to live life and laugh.