The kind sky beckons to our name
Wind blazes the blue like a flame
At the sight, the thought came...
And our eyes a vision awake
***
If tears this memory revive
How long have I been crying?
For irreplaceable pain
For angry and cruel rain
Their future is yet to arrive
Like a bubble floating down the water's side
Burdened air, meanings stolen by an empty pride
Listen to the wind playing a song
To the moon shading whom it longs
Feel my heart against yours, strong
Estranged beats, now break the dawn
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A tale ancient as time,
Leading us on like a rhyme
Still our steps feel astray
The echo sounds grim
The path becomes dim
Yet the colors ahead stay
Weighed down by a saddened heart
Your gaze this siege cannot depart...
The free sky beckons to our name
Wind blazes the blue like a flame
Look ahead and praise the wonder
Brought by the birds floating under
***
A drop of blue soaks our heart
Strayed from the sky or sea dart?
Reaching the truth of young febrile beats
Transparency this love to serenity seats
***
The blue sky beckons to our name
At the gates of infinity, loses its shame
The promise I have shared with you that day
Still glistens the distance, a home coming ray
Listen to the wind playing our song
To the moon shading where it belongs
Feel my hand held in yours, strong
Kind warmth the coming dawn longs
(Alice to Albert theme)
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Calling the Blue
PoetryThis a very small collection of poems written for my story "Journey to the Edge of the World", and I would like to dedicate it to the readers who went through this journey and gave the book a chance even if they were few in numbers. I hope people wh...
