cerulean – By Sarah

Blue is…

Whispers before dawn.

A morning iris,
farewelling night.

Sea-glass dreams
leaving a silent harbour.

Memory’s tide.

Far-away songs beating
against winter windows;
stopped by frosted panes.

Unmoored thoughts,
smoking trails
through my mind.

Of bruised fruit.

Of distance.

Of waiting.

Words unspoken
on ink-stained fingers.

Left in unfinished letters.

Storm’s skyline holding breath.

Horizon drift.

Mourning doves’ coo
on moth-wing’s quiet.

Bringing twilight
against the polished steel

of my last goodbye…