There is only blue above, sky so deep I feel it

Untouched by cloud, fog, lightning, rain
Time cannot enter, age cannot alter
The memory of doors flying open, children
Racing from the party, red, yellow, green
Bright balloons trailing on strings
Wild mustard on skin and hair as we run under
The endless sky of childhood we are
All the energy of summer, mind free of birth
Work, war, fear, death, darkness
A dream in slow motion, a feeling of the heart
Moving from despair to hope, ignorance
To knowing, then deeper, a wellspring of peace

Where one drinks and drinks to the fullness of joy.



Rayn Roberts 2012

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