Caerulean Warmth

paint I the words instead
when sight eludes a treasure trove
of the many wonders that reside
in boundless fields high up above
  
there high above dreams may take flight
with puffy clouds as hopes and fears
collide and embrace so tight
above the canvas wide imagination soars
  
vast and grand the skies above
it is the honey warmth on your skin
the coolness of a breeze in puffs of breath
that evoke that gentle touch felt within

with your mortal eyes you may not see
your spirit's sight will always be free