When she breathes
I hear it miles away
between the whitenoise
chit chat and papers shuffling
sound so beautiful my heart aches
I sit back
in my travel chair
crossing rails and roads
and picture her
on my window
Then like passing trees
she is blurred
blended into the backdrop
green canvas and soiled brushes
this painting!, I wish she were here to see it
I hear it miles away
between the whitenoise
chit chat and papers shuffling
sound so beautiful my heart aches
I sit back
in my travel chair
crossing rails and roads
and picture her
on my window
Then like passing trees
she is blurred
blended into the backdrop
green canvas and soiled brushes
this painting!, I wish she were here to see it
