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.
splendiferoushoney: by Martin at hipydeus
The past calls.
A past filled with parties.
Balls held at the castle.
Dancers in the moonlight.
Close your eyes.
A carriage waits for you.
You arrive at the castle.
Footmen escort you.
You ascend the staircase,
wearing your new ball gown.
A man leads you to the dance floor.
Close your eyes.
Yes, it is a dream.
Keep your eyes closed,
and sway to the music.
PERSEVERANCE
We suffer illnesses and deaths.
We fight to survive.
Why?
Why does a flower bloom
during an early frost?
Hope.
Hope for warmer days ahead.
We hope for better times.
Hope keeps us alive and warm.
How would paradise
appear to you?
A house standing in calm water.
The scent of flowers in the air.
People strolling the clean streets.
No need to hurry.
Warm breezes.
Sun shining.
Birds chirping.
Perfect.
The beauty of nature.
It is a living and breathing
sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
Alone with nature,
a feeling like no other.
A sky filled with birds,
purple with the fading sun.
Sea breezes wrap around me,
cocooning me with their mist.
Life stands still for this picture,
a glimpse of heaven from above.
Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.
The night walks on tiptoes,
not wanting to wake the sleeping.
The water shimmers in silence
beneath the starry sky.
In the distance, lights flicker
from boats and buildings.
We walk the shore
in the hazy mist of lights.
Lights to comfort the weary
who can’t lay their heads to sleep.
We will walk until the dark blue
turns orange and yellow with sunrise.
Until the streets fill with others
on their way to begin their day.
Gone is the starry night
where silence hides hideous sins.
Time to retreat until the starry night
returns once more.
