Sleepless
The night sky will not get dark. With it my mind will not slow down. Lying hidden under blankets from the blue glow, light of angels or forgotten dreams, blue glow like blue smoke, barefoot blue steps through dewy blue grass.
You in all blue…
It does not get dark here, it gets blue. Everything is still visible, but its personality changes. Details give way to history, the trees can tell a story. Lakes are bowls of blue snow dressed in blue trees, with blue rabbits like players in a blue arena.
