Somewhere dazzling,
across a crimson horizon
between the rising of the tides
and the setting of the sun
is the blue hour
I am there now
laying in the clouds
flying through my dreams
or floating on lily pads
in blue green streams
basking in the peace of silence
Oceans of waves
lapping at my feet
away from the hustle
alone in my retreat
This is where I can be found;
humming between the delicate folds
of the rising tides and the setting sun,
soft in the mist of my blue hour

~ Priya Patel 🕉 , March 7, 22