I wrap you in my arms
You fall
Fall
Fall
Deeper into
The space
The sea
The water
From your birth
And your love
For me
And mine for you
And the space between
Is blue
There is an aura
That dances and flows
And ebbs and grows
In the space between two
Like some subtle hue
Blue
It pulls you in
And me too.
The space
Between
This thing that is me
And this thing that is you
And the atoms in your tissue
And the cosmos in that
Deep
Dark
Field of view
Up there
Is blue.
A gravitational pure essence
Of peace
Relief
True being
Release
The same as this feeling
This hue
This vibration
A being of a color
A guru
Is here to teach you
Blue.
In every instance of me
and every instance of you,
Blue.
About the Creator
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