I recall yesterday,
The past.
So far away,
Yet so close.
That time seems like a dream.
In the cold, I’m shaking.
As I search for the door.
That takes it all away.
In the rusted tower,
Everything is so distant,
And yet so close.
From here,
Can I fly?
The chains are broken,
The cage is gone.
Now only the dream remains.
Somewhere, someday.
Will you and I meet within the Blue sky.
I can still remember,
The time we all once shared.
I’m still shaking,
Even within the Blue dream.
As the bird keeps ascending.
I wonder,
Can I finally fly,
Into the Blue sky.
Under the Blue sky, your somewhere.
Above the Blue sky, somewhere is the other you.
In the cold, our forms are shaking.
The rusted wings, will no longer move.
In the dream, it’s still moving.
Turning, moving.
Flying high.
Like the ash,
Like the memories.
In the darkness, I still can’t see.
It is only the dream I see.
As the rain falls upon me.
The door is still open,
The chains are broken,
And the rusted tower,
Still stands alone.
Within the blue.
In the darkness, can you see?
The dream, as I sink into yesterday.
The rusted tower, can no longer reach the sky.
Within the Blue.
I recall yesterday,
The past.
So far away,
Yet so close.
That time seems like a dream.
In the cold, I’m shaking.
As I search for the door.
That takes me to you.
In the rain, everything is washed away.
In the sunset, goes yesterday.
As the wind, scatters the ashes.
Within the blue,
I continue to recall,
All of you.
Under the Blue sky, your all gone.
Above the Blue sky, your all somewhere.
My wings now can no longer follow.
You into the Blue sky.
Yet under the Blue sky, I sink into the dream.
And fly free, with the Blue dream.
As I pass through the open door.
I can finally fly free, in the Blue sky.
With all of you.
As this dream, this life keeps ascending.
Into the Blue Sky.
Of our Blue Dream
(This poem is a continuation of this poem, and I hope you all enjoy them both!)
