Joyce in My World

 

Out in my world there is Joyce, 

 

a thought a view and my pretty voice,

Where art thou me longing your view?

Its pretty baby blue singing I love you.

Yet what could I do if attracted a picturing scene,

From my mind to skin is the schema.

Happy thinking for still being thine,

Just tickling mine, as you come upon line. 

For every thought good, you, me.

May God bring forth this root to seed to be.

Shouting my world, there is Joyce,  

A thought, a view, singing my voice.  

Where art thou, me looking for you?  

It’s pretty baby blue singing, I love you.

Yet what could I do if I attracted a scene,  

From mind to skin, my visioning theme.  

Happy in thought, still being fine,  

Just a tickling feeling, you crossing the line.

For every good thought, Art Baby Blue,  

My love come true, me and you.