Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brushstrokes of blue and gray
outline the puffy clouds.
Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine
meet the neverending horizon.
Swells of purest white
rise from the blue depths.
As my fingers reach for the canvas,
my gaze travels to the brushes,
and I shake my head.
No painting is needed
to capture the perfect day.
I stare around me
at nature’s perfect handiwork.
My mind can’t handle the world’s chaos.
My thoughts are drifting to a peaceful place,
where the sky meets the mountains and water
in luscious shades of blue.
Blue colors my vision
with perfect precision.
It coats the sky
as hawks fly by.
Color blankets the street
and each person you meet.
Blue mist fills the air
as shadows draw near.
The blue brings us close
to what we fear most.
THE WOUNDED
A blue sky can bring me to cheer.
Come inside, I am waiting here.
You can soften the load
of troubles, I am told.
Please brighten the cold, dreary day.
Take me to places far away.
Heal my wounded pride.
I need your fire at my side.
CLOSER TO THE BLUE
Puffy clouds appear far and few
In the aqua sky so brand new.
I sink deeper into the white sand,
My heart beating like a marching band.
If I close my eyes tight,
will I see paradise this night?
It takes me back to the time
When everything had been fine.
Fantasy, I beseech thee.
Return me so I can roam free.
Take me back to the shore.
Where I’d been happy before.
From my small, bedroom window
I watch as the white clouds drift by,
Shadowing the world below.
Puffy cotton balls in the sky.
TAKE ME AWAY
Come with me away from it all.
Let’s climb a hill that’s really tall.
An island for me and you,
And skies that are clear and blue.
We will take long walks on the sand,
And don’t forget to take my hand.
I will never feel alone or lonely.
I will always have my one and only.
I sink with each step
closer to the blue.
The waves tease and spray
and prompt me to play.
But my world is dark and bleak,
and I cannot fall asleep.
I gaze through my window
to the snow-laden bough.
I sigh and shut my eyes tight,
seeking paradise this night.
I get sleepy and go back in time
to the sand and the footsteps of mine.
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From inside my dark room,
I watch the clouds drift by.
Puffy, white cotton balls
dotting the blue sky.
Dare I leave my safe haven
and venture outside?
I’ll wait until tomorrow
as they float on by.
SUSANNE LEIST 