Impatient Background of Hope

Image by orb9220 via FlickrA locked door

Forces a change in plan
An end run
Around the prescribed life
To find a unique solution

Stairs lead downward
To a rattling sorrow
The marbled foyer that presents them
Teems with voices
Who lie in wait

Like me
Waiting, wondering, wishing
My mental voice echoes
Against an impatient background
Of hope

Was today the day?
In the blur of conversation
I can't remember the facts
Only the feelings
That break my heart

Dear Blue Sky...

Dear Blue Sky,

Image by [xinita] is the cobrasnake's pathetic copycat via Flickr

I looked at you when someone else was looking at you today. The significance was more than you know... wait, of course you know, you are the sky. I've always said that you are one of my favorite things because you encompass my favorite color and my favorite color represents things that make me think.

How's that for a pie-in-the-sky argument?

Blue. It's been a few days since we've seen you. I love weather, that's for sure, but I smile at your return and the expanding energy that you provide to me and to the world. I can stare at you for hours, wonder how many miles I'm actually able to see. Is that patch of sky on the horizon Atchison or Oz?

There's no place like home, and when I'm beneath you, then I am home. You let me look at you and never judge, nor chide me for my excessive adoration. You just let me get lost in your expansiveness and neck-deep in my own thoughts.

I like things that make me contemplative: Blue Sky, Ocean Blue, Blue Sorrow, Blue Denim... blue bird, simple and free, nothing but blue sky, do I see... I love your family of Blue. You are my Black, fer sure.

And, I will always be true to you, my Blue. True Blue. How about you?

Love,
BBB