"When Reflective met Receptive or was it When Receptive met Receptive"
©1999 by Liz Green

How  was  it  that  day?
When  I  came  to  stay.
What  can  I  say?
That  you  opened  your  crayon  box
And  I ran  out  like  a  fox

The  light  came  into  your  room  that  day
And  your  eyes  set  upon  the  screen  as  they  may
The  hue  was  blue
Mysterious  it  seems
Brightness  she  beams
Deep  in  thought,  I  progress
Splitting  to  a  blue-violet  fortress
Cloaked  with  the  alluring  cloud
Covering  the  treasures  of  friendship  so  proud

And  as  you  hold  the  blue
It  lightens  you
And  in  the  delight  we  share
“The  same  Unquestioning  Peace  is  that  we  Care……

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