Desert Bloom

There’s a blue, You color the night. Soft control, When you hold my sight. Your voice hum low, Like distant prayer. Love moves slow, But hits the air. My pulse learned your natural groove. No crowded words, the heart will prove. Your sway leads where my doubts dissolve. Racks tell the truth, when souls evolve. There’s A blue, You color the night. Soft control, When you hold my sight. Your voice hum low, like distant prayer. Love moves slow, But hits the air. My pulse learned your natural groove. No crowded words, the heart will prove. Your sway leads where my doubts dissolve. Racks tell the truth, when souls evolve.