We sat under a blue sky,

Letting the sun wash

Away our worries and fears.

We took a cliché,

And turned it around,

Laughing and crying in each other's arms.

The dress and the grass,

And the parasol too;

We took a cliché,

And turned it around.

The happiness of days past

Was lost,

Overpowered by

The fiery wrath of pain.

How easily we lost ourselves

Underneath that blue-blue sky.

How easily we let ourselves

Get lost.

With the gentle breeze brushing our cheeks,

And the warm sun kissing our lips,

We sat beneath a blue sky,

Letting the pain that had built up

Just sit, for a moment,

Dormant and peaceful.

Letting the sun burn away all of our

Rage and our fear.

Letting the sun burn as

The happiness of times forgotten.

We took a cliché,

And turned it around.

How else could we sit,

Basking in the sun,

Laughing and crying,

With such hatred in our hearts?

Oh, yes, we took that cliché,

And we killed it;

It died.

Underneath the blue sky,

We watched it writhe,

Tumbling, falling,

And crying.

We watched as it wept for mercy,

And we laughed.

We sat under a blue sky,

Letting the sun wash

Away our worries and fears.

We took a cliché,

And turned it around,

Laughing and crying in each other's arms.

The cruelty that is us,

Reminds me of days past.

And then when the rain falls,

I shall dance with the joy.

For the cliché has been

Slaughtered; it lies crushed within my fist.

For the cliché has been

Destroyed, and now,

I am set free.

I do not have to obey

The rules.

I am free to weep and rage

When I choose.

Beneath that blue sky,

We lay down and cried.

Beneath the blanket of heat,

We fell asleep.

In the bottle green grass,

With my skirt flaring wide;

Monet would have been proud.

So I killed that vision.

And I set myself free,

To choose when I wish.

Beneath the azure sky,

I choose Pain.

Beneath that sapphire sky,

I choose to fall.

Beneath that blue sky,

I choose to cry.


Inspired by The Cliff Walk, Pourville, painted by Claude Monet