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…
By Sarah © 2025
Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: cerulean (73 words)
