Brandishing a burnt out shell for a head
A wanting to swap for a basket of sweet smelling aroma

A sigh emanates, escaping its enclosure
Pushing past my lips, its emerging warm breath collides with the air

Treading water to climb the rung to clear blue
Clear solid blue without a cloud in sight to blot life’s copy book

I feel the healing from its vastness, its everlasting structure
Pushing into beyond, besides what else is there to look at

The land is dry from lack of rain and there is stillness abundant
Seeping into the world of nothing, raising no hope whatsoever

So take it or leave it, its status is strong and powerful and likes
The seat it sits upon delving you out of this into that

We both know this way will end in tragedy with petals of
Life strewn aside, trampling life into the ground

Yet we fumble for hope, a continuation
A searching for an awakening to the clear......

Blue of a sky