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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