He once told me the sky was green.
I never questioned him and
without a grain of doubt
behind his trusting grin
I never thought to.
He once told me the world was flat.
Bare footed walks along the
ocean side watching the waves
peak across my toes
before it drowned over the edge.
He once said I would die alone.
Clenching knee’s
drifting into an ocean of sorrow
waiting for the sky
to revert to ocean blue.
Saint's Muse 