For Kelly
This is as yet untitled.
An ocean, a still-life whose floor cannot be touched/ where water and earth meet, join hands/ Here, the sky is reflected in that strange cyan/ And I could lose myself forever in the depths I see/ In tones sweet like the rain at dawn/ And the tranquility of the clear air at mid-day/ An ocean, a peace which cannot be disrupted/ where the sun and moon share the same cup/ Here, the earth is soft and green/ And I could sleep for eons on the fields I feel/ In shades gentle like the clouds on a summer evening/ And the bliss of a winter morning
To everyone else: Laugh all you want, but I was feeling particularly inspired when I wrote this.