Mildly Blue

On a mildly blue day in forever,
in a slumber world born of a choice,
past the mountains and molehills of never,
where the river meets ocean, a voice…

is reciting an often-told story
of love, the definitive prize,
of a boy in his whimsical glory,
of a girl with her soul in her eyes.

It’s a study in secretive glances,
it's a ballad in hesitant rhyme,
of do-over hearts and romances
unbound by the shackles of time.

Then deep in the night or the morning
my, supposedly, untroubled soul
in league with my heart, sounds a warning
that the lease on my life can’t control.

Am I mending a heart that was broken?
Am I telling a tale out of School?
Am I shepherd to wishes unspoken...
or a dreamer exposed as a fool?

~ Dean Neighbors ~