Blue
a whistle blows
March winds
carry your spirit
waves bow, welcome you
moms and calves
breaching
learning
playing
b e i n g
I wandered the shoreline
sea shells crusty under
naked feet
toes tickled by waters
wanting to dance
you moved in burnt orange
I lived in hot pink
we thought the sapphire of the sea
might be our compromise
we walked
c l o s e r
I could almost feel
your kiss against
my waiting soul
and then your breath stopped
and my heart screamed black
the winds began to howl
and the whales were still
and for a time
color ceased to exist
© I (Spy) Love Lynda Filler
Lynda Filler 