The endless blue is calling

like a lover in the gloaming

beckoning to go deep and black

and kiss and love forever


Such is the power of the Blue –

saves and dooms the mind,

promises to grab my heart

and take me to the center of my soul


And the gulls are crying overhead

poisoning the sky

Footsteps on the golden sand,

who’s behind?

The Blue looks at me and winks


Oh, the nights are so young

It feels like childhood

It feels like June and wine;

the way love should taste


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