sweet blue

The sweetest blue 

grants accessible skies ,

to warm worn bones ... 

a Sun of flower's life.

A child's touch, 

 know when to let down your guard

Hasn't the truth always shown many faces?

Embrace 

a relaxing moment,

blistered from the travels 

a withered soul called home.

Let the beaches shifting sand 

pay cover to your sins,

if only to grant a momentary pause 

in the swirling chaos.

These days you know are numbered...

rest well within their warmth,

The moment you drift complacent 

the ocean shall retrieve her shores.