Poem

Blue seas and blue skies
Clouds , when they clear-
this mind, it flies to all the highs
and looks down with no fear,
no fear of the fall - from the heights,
I always wanted to sink
Like the sailing bright kites
fall into and swim as long as it inks.
Before fading into the twilight of blues
I will be scattering mesmerizing hues.
Either you paint or behold
I'm that eve whom you can't hold
for nights shall come in
And a dark lullaby fade in.