Blue

In this dream The music and art of the world flow endlessly in blue. And my green eyes scan the landscape, wondrously. Looking at the world as a painting, taking in each aspect. Hilltops with white flowers that smell sweetly in the breeze, The sun sets into an orange haze and my hands feel the velvety grass beneath me. It seems like a dream, completely surreal. So what would happen if I ran down the hill to the city at the bottom, with my shoes in my hands and my feet bare? I wish I could live like this forever. But life takes you back to reality like a tiger capturing a wandering deer that is too helpless to fight back. And tomorrow the blue jays and bluebirds will be flying again. And the city will awake as the sun rises, slowly and gradually, escaping from the night. But blue will still remain in my heart. It makes me want to scream, want to shout out to the hills. Jump into the bluest pool of water, and all the while I’d throw away my cares, into Blue.