Cerulean Transience of All My Imagined Shores

All is calm all is quiescent the colour magenta

The afternoon breeze finds its way to my soul

AsI sit there and enhance the tranquillity

The solace of sensory magic

Irreplaceable nirvana

My body feels the effect of blood letting

The winds brought in from the south coast replace

Such drainful inhabitance

My eyelids voluntarily close as the blue horizon line takes shape

Stretching out far beyond the sun

The sound of the blue an eternity of complete aquiescence

I cannot move nor do

I need to for it is enough to lie on the cliff

And become entrapped in a world of escapism and peace

Cerulean transience of all my imagined shores

A bird of the ocean perches before me

And let's out a shriek which transcends me back

Back to where

I write And the calm breeze continues to enter my peripherial