As I sail beneath a gray
discernible sky,
turquoise tears
fall from my eye,
in every drip
a ripple in time,
in every drop
a dream of mine.
Each drip is veiled
in a foggy haze,
that cloaks it with
it's shimmering rays.
Each drop is lost
in clouds that gleam,
with golden suns
and silver sheen.
On seas of time
with ropes of glass,
my life's dreams
have come to pass.
Fore now I sail
to blue lagoons,
beneath a sky
of scarlet moons.
©chrisjones
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