DRIFTING AWAY

My mind can’t handle the world’s chaos.

My thoughts are drifting to a peaceful place,

where the sky meets the mountains and water

in luscious shades of blue.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

 

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

to outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

will rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.

MIDNIGHT BLUE

Darkness enters my room 

in shades of midnight blue.

It breathes its cold breath

on my warm, sleeping face.

It wakes me from a dream

of blue cascading waves.

Instead, I am faced with the dark

and a hollow feeling inside.

Who opened my window?

Who let in the dark?

THE WOUNDED

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THE WOUNDED

A blue sky can bring me to cheer.

Come inside, I am waiting here.

You can soften the load

of troubles, I am told.

Please brighten the cold, dreary day.

Take me to places far away.

Heal my wounded pride.

I need your fire at my side.

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

Puffy clouds appear far and few

In the aqua sky so brand new.

I sink deeper into the white sand,

My heart beating like a marching band.

If I close my eyes tight,

will I see paradise this night?

It takes me back to the time

When everything had been fine.

Fantasy, I beseech thee.

Return me so I can roam free.

Take me back to the shore.

Where I’d been happy before.

PERFECT

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of purest white

rises from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy will diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

COTTON BALLS IN THE SKY

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From my small, bedroom window

I watch as the white clouds drift by,

Shadowing the world below.

Puffy cotton balls in the sky.

A PERFECT OASIS

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A perfect oasis where dreams come true.

Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.

Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.

Where dark shadows leave no footprints.

And tourists remain innocent no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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TAKE ME AWAY

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TAKE ME AWAY

Come with me away from it all.

Let’s climb a hill that’s really tall.

An island for me and you,

And skies that are clear and blue.

We will take long walks on the sand,

And don’t forget to take my hand.

I will never feel alone or lonely.

I will always have my one and only.

BLUE

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BLUE

It calls for me tonight.

I will close my eyes tight.

I still can see the blue.

It lights up me and you.

I open my eyes and see

what I don’t believe can be.

Mountains and water so blue,

that your face reflects it too.

WHITE COTTON BALLS IN THE SKY

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From inside my dark room,

I watch the clouds drift by.

Puffy, white cotton balls

dotting the blue sky.

Dare I leave my safe haven

and venture outside?

I’ll wait until tomorrow

as they float on by.

NO PAINTING REQUIRED

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet at the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of the purest white

to rise from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy to diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.