she is the color the color of blue the wide open sky the deep ocean hue more than the thought you thought that you knew apart from it all that has come true
the melody that plays in your head the tunes pitter patter the rhymes wonderment the tick of the tock on which time is spent the beauty you seek she's where it went
she is the day outside of the norm the heat in the flame the center of warmth the hidden passion that's given in loan the very last line to the end of the poem
The title of this poem is from a line in a Fleetwood Mac tune by Stevie Nicks. It popped into my head last night unknowingly and sounded so familiar I Googled it. But I like it so much I kept it...