A set of blue crayons on a page
Fields of the blue menthe and sage
Sparrows buiding cottages in golden cage
From angel hair waiting for their wage
A set of canyons of white dove's feather
Plucked, from wonderland like no other
Plunged, into brushstrokes like no other
A work of art no seams no needlework on leather
Flying dandelions and lilac crowns on blue lotuses
For each petal verses conquering a bunch of choruses
Into a bunch of crystal collection
Into a kingdom of the white pegasus
Paintings of gates of white
Blended with tinctures of silver hazes
Floating in ribbons and curtains of blue
Underneath an intergalactic tapestry
Within the starry dew
Swimming, through the distant shores
Diving deep, knocking on all the doors
To an acre of linen land
Where the comforting crystalline snow
Shimmering, glimmering, in eyes aglow
If you're reading this
I long for your first name which is ocean
I long for the taste of your Water
Like a magical potion
