A sky full of blue

 

The bromide winter whispers

try to deceive the creative mind,

dulling the lust to let thoughts burst free,

but her ship is afloat, sailing

through storms of hope across

these vast open seas.

The sublime rains wash clean

the overbearing stench from the deck,

leaving a glistening surface,

where the sunlight collects

in pools,

where magic reflects

the wonder inside - A ship of fools

trying to hide from these waters,

when, to let them soak you,

would be

divine.

 

But me,

I’m up on deck.

Laying

as the swaying

ship lurches

To and fro. 

letting

every speck

of rain touch

my skin,

letting the water

pool below.

Naked

I give all of myself

to the rain.

Not feeling the chill, or the

pain

of ridicule.

I can fear nothing,

as it

soaks in

through my pores

and into my veins.

So that

once I reach

those gorgeous shores.

I will be refreshed

and ready to shine again.

 

And on the horizon,

a sky full of blue.

The colour of trust, infinity, serenity,

and the colour of you, soon,

spring rebirth brings life anew

to the outpouring of imagination

that sit at the destination

just over the waves.

Glistening like treasure as the

clouds dissipate and the sunlight

breaks the old into fragments of new.