The gulls chatter in the firaments...
Ferverent to greet the dawn.
Blessed dew drops licked at each blade of grass...
Crawling upon its surface in beads of glee.
I stand here, relishing in the tenderness of each ray.
Jaded eyes, take in the indigo heavens, and the subtle caress of the wind.
Seasoned feet stand, planted on this unyeilding rock, encircled in the waves
of Nature's discarded tears.
Tis not long, that my lungs ache,
to liberate the wind trapped in my core.
And so...I set it free...and on the wings of that breath,
Rests a smile of tranquility, wafting into the whispering wind.
With this voice of bliss...
I call to the gulls...
"Take this heart of congealed love...and let it flutter,
upon your wings, to embrace each golden beam in the azure sky..."
And so, unto the rays, this heart is delivered...
And each golden ray from above, shall pierce the night with in me.
That light, that overwhelming light...
Will awaken the tears that have longed to spill
from the windows of my soul...
Now, Nature and I share the secret behind
The authentic value...
of the indigo sky.
And she and I, will taste the salt, of each other's tears.