Poetry · Writing

Blue Dreams

Fragrant struck Sapphires

flush in guiding light

into Red mornings.

Carry the dream she told me.

Sapphire eyes begging for a chance

to plead for her dream

as a weeping baby.

We are the dream she told me.

Sapphire eyes carry into the light

holding sheets of future

looking for the next encore.

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