Sitting beneath the slivered moon
Bathed in darkness
Thoughts moist with the humidity
Of watercolor stroked clouds
And rippling turquoise seas.
Close my eyes as the cold permeates
Shivers of winter leave me grey
But dreaming blue lifts
The soul to heights of flight
As birds hang on air
Soaring beyond view.
I miss the days of periwinkle mornings
When the sun stretched out its rays
Like muscles loosening to move
Above my head arms raised to the skies
Heralding a new day through this darkness
And thoughts that bask
In hemispheres of warmth
Escaping this icy breath that blows
From Northern shores.