Blue skies swallow me, sun beats down.
Lost in a haze. A summer dream.
Silk waters, sun dreaming in vivid hues of blue, yet
on the horizon, waves screaming, rocks crashing,
bitter fret cuts the skies.
Sun glows rich and warm, I thought it had forgotten how
freshly cut grass runs in the breeze as cars pass on the tarmac
sitting on the street bench I bask for a while,
forget about the day