THE SEA OF MANY COLORS

 

I drift alone in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

A mirror to the pastel sky,

To what resides so high.

The moon peeking from above,

Caressing me like a soft glove.

As I drift along in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

AN ISLAND ONTO OURSELVES

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Each one of us is an island.

Drifting in the ocean,

picking up debris along the way.

The debris of life and experiences.

Some of us become lush islands,

welcoming and self-sufficient.

Others build walls around themselves,

becoming lost and finally deserted.

Which type of island are you?

 

A BLUE HAZE

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Texas Bluebonnets Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers

Walking in a field of Bluebonnets.

Everything is blue.

And blurry.

Blue everywhere.

Filling my nostrils

with their sweet fragrance.

Starting to feel drowsy.

Sleepy.

Eyelids growing heavy.

Maybe I’ll lie down for awhile.

Not so comfortable.

Stems are pointy.

But I’m still drifting away.

Somewhere over the rainbow…