Seeing Blue

Writing without walking on eggshells
trying not to give the wrong impressions
not step on the feelings of sensitives
is easy when inside one's own domain

Blue...seeing blue again Is happiness
in its own way its coming home
to the land with blue vastness
that always breathe a whispered welcome

this is where the beauty of fantasyland
survive the loss of innocence
and simplicity in looking at the world
with kindness and tolerance

the seashore with the blue sand
and sunsets with hues of rainbows
where flamingoes and swans
perform in friendly shows

where I can sing with the siren
and not hear the ambulance scream
as they bring me to the sanatorium
peeling me from the colours of my dream