Paint me the sky, the brilliant azure vault,
As fine dew rises over snowy mountain forts,
Kissing sunshine as eagles makes their nests,
Where auroras dance as rainbows rest.
Paint the wide seas, gently washing ashore,
Inspiring wisdoms for the sailors' lore;
Take my mind across the vast ocean blue,
To where the golden sunshine bids adieu.
Paint the rain drops, that ploughs the loose earth,
And the springing greens as nature gives birth.
Erase the tears, they won't last forever,
Trust the rhythm, the flow, and never sever.
---Vittorio Topaz
YOU ARE READING
THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
