Out of the labyrinth

Laughter trails behind us,
beating faster to the breast,
cliff tops drop beneath us,
sea breeze glides to rest.

A warning not to touch,
or slip on heated streams,
warming just too much,
inside a clouded dream.

I drowned crystal cerulean,
whitewashed days away,
heavy on the oceans bight,
a fallen feathered stray.

Tar stains on my back
cannot blemish me,
wax runs red to legs,
the sun has set me free.