nearly cerulean
4 december 2007


the word entrances;
as if you are
becoming a whole world
of illimitable possibilities
in one fleeting second.

an endless cacophony of color
waits for you there,
in the slippery promise
of release and liberation.

slowly open your eyes—

wait for me there,
in the realm of the fearless,
and I will hold you dear
under our nearly cerulean sky