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
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