Dress Me In Yellow And . . .
. . . call me sometime,
‘cause without you I’m lost
pounding pulses along
wondering how such epic
sound comes from only one.
Dress me in the yellow of
into this something more real,
more touch-word spoken.
Not that yellow so oft broken
down and sighing
Come on, courage me that song,
the flowing dance along
golden sun shining
caressing grace, giving face
to what we are.
12 thoughts on “Dress Me In Yellow And . . .”
Yes, this is one that makes me want to go outside and feel the warmth. Maybe after the cold snap is over…
aye…can’t believe the cool weather! i’d prefer it not get as hot as it usually does. thanks for the kind comment! :0)
This is beautiful. Love the references to self with the use of yellow. “melting awe melding all we feel” is my favorite grouping. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for adding your witness to the words… yellow has many layers of meaning for me and it’s a pleasure to tweak the folds of that yellow dress. 🙂
thank you… 🙂
wow! absolutely beautiful. i might just leave work early!
ah, words to live by. ;0) thanks for stopping in…
I just want to sit in the sun and soak this in…
aye…take me to the warmth…i’m drowning in apa formats and standards and crying for yellow bliss.