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,

or 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~