deepundergroundpoetry.com

True Blue

It's a many layered drifting mist
Inter-coursing with the clouds tonight
And with my breath, in cold commixing tryst,
Serves inspiration to my midnight sight!
 
These are the airs into which I was born...
Where starlight struggles through the nimbus gap
To hint at the vast beyond they adorn
In the infinite celestial map!
 
How could I not, in this, be a poet...
Where campfire smoke vorticals above
A land in which it will ever show it  
That trading breath is the secret of love...
 
And Gaia herself will only stay young  
When we recognize...she's an aqualung!  
Written by MidnightSonneteer
Published
Author's Note
Think about it.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6 reading list entries 3
comments 8 reads 315
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:20pm by Mstrmnd1923
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:45pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:39pm by nightbirdblue
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:05pm by Grace