Maybe the moon and the waves on the lake
will swim with us under the stars.
Oh, that I might just let go of the ache
that plagues me when wishing for more.
The woo of this Blue bids my soul to stay,
though I know it’s impossible.
The call of this wild wants my heart today –
it’s azure-stirred and indigo full.
There’s a full moon tonight; I’ll beg her glow
(like a penny tossed to the sky)
for a chance to tarry long and low
in this place where I’m lost, and alive.
I know that desert home is waiting,
but I’m still breathing blue, de-bating.
Prompted by April PAD, day 11. ..