Heard Her Radio Song
Sweet voice calling me
From pedestal so high
Might never come down
So I'll climb up
Still remembering past joy
When love was new
Innocence still on lips
Trapped now in glory
Face in electric windows
Looking back at me
Once there each morning
Cheek on my chest
Singing passion in ear
My body her instrument
Played it so well
We became as one
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
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