“Pleasant Blues”

Pleasant blue,

did you hear that too?

Or am I imagining this

indigo intermission?

When waves of Azuria wash over me

like tides on the beaches of Atlantis

and the blue dream fogs up the space,

I can hear dull echoes resonating

and rippling in my head

with every moan like drops in a pond:

“Baby,

baby,

oh, baby you’re blue..”

The sounds of a delta symphony,

white-washed with the illusions

that everything is in gods hands.

Spellbound visions through

rose tinted lenses are

vaguely reminiscent of

someone I once knew.

Strange and submissive,

the deja vu feels so familiar.

I can even smell the scent in the air

of honeydew.

Waylaid in a patch of poppies

I find myself in a galaxy of pollen,

floating freely in my own ecosystem

of self-sustaining self-love.

Blooming along with baby bulbs

that sat right next to me.

Soaking up sun like

the petals on Daisy’s hips

as she shines in her own personal ray of light.

Photosynthesizing life on a cellular level

and better understanding nature in order to connect with emotions deeper,

making her a muse to any outlet.

Whether it’s painting her body

or tracing her lips

any curve life throws at her

only adds to her hips.

Listening to her voice is like

sweet R&B,

soft soul music

from the prettiest jukebox I’ve ever seen