A mighty blue blanket
Universal coverage,enveloping all
In a story about
The power of the word
Dusk swallows light
Just like a hungry mouth
Takes the slice of ever day bread
On the other side
Sun is playing the painter
Look at the pastel light
The wind bearing it
Through the veins crying
For more color
And more infinite
The moon -a sparkle
Hiding in the shadows
Stars -coals burning my feet
Pure morning washing
My face in raw dew
I open my arms to hold
A wave, a wonder,time
I feel like the power of a
Barely spoken
Barely breathing...
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