Turquoise you make my heart go blue Not in a sad way But in a deep way You remind me of lengthy walks on a Spring afternoon The turquoise gutters on a home The turquoise eyes of a Siamese cat You are the colour of wisdom The voice of reason The smell of a mother's scent A glass vase displayed in a windowsill The sun shines through My favourite shade of blue
When the light shimmers, showing the turquoise hue of solace, reflecting through your eyes of crystals, I’d go astray, wondering every shades of you, that’s worth to cherish, bound to love, like the ocean I adore, I wouldn't want anything more,
Time threads her necklace patiently, Choosing carefully the colour and shape of our experiences, Here, a tumbled quartz - luminous and rosy, There, shards of darkest onyx - tragic and uncompromising, Every now and again, a perfect sphere of sacred turquoise to mark a special occasion.
Finally, satisfied with her handiwork Time ties off the strand, And weaves the precious metal of our dreams - unrealised - into an intricate clasp, As she places the memento around her bejewelled neck she sighs to herself and whispers: ‘Such promise, such pain, such beauty, such loss; I will treasure you always.’ Then reaching for her spool of silver thread, she begins again to thread her golden needle.
That turquoise light, my dear. Sparkling on our faces when we ran across the beach, raptured by a sudden craziness as the waves embraced our flesh. Our flesh. So fragile and yet strong under the throw of the dice. I held your hand while the waves slapped us with pleasure. You held me tight while the flow of the sea was taking me away, taking me away, under the twist of fate. Keep my face on your mind now and forever into the waves, into the waves…
o how centuries pass with little regard for the stones that they subtracted -- ! the dribbling of water cannot salivate over a rock without a speck mixing into that droplet, being taken away, carrying with it the dreams of the rock's atoms. further do the rocks align with the sea than they could ever the earth. the way waves wobble holds a water jug and pours out the turquoise stars, the stars pour out water and into water the jug (a tremble) sobs.
'Neath the waves a wonder grows with delicate hues of blue and green, the beauty of the turquoise rose a secret flower still and serene.
Visited only by the Siren Ula, with a song so crystal and clean, and the graceful Mermaid of the sea, whom the shells all call Nerine.
But away they went to follow a dream, and now the rose is seldom seen, its bloom failing and aching to die, the petals floating away to the sky, and 'neath the waves no longer grows the delicate beauty of the turquoise rose.