Ocean's blue

It’s exactly 6:34pm

Exactly the time the sun goes down

And the time for deep blue skies to color

It’s a familiar picture

An assuring blue

A romantic breeze conversant with my body

I can tell

A blessing to those who can't behold but see

And a curse to ones who behold but cannot see 

Search for me in castles

built up to the skies

But you won't find me

Search for me beneath city lights, 

Grand sights and distant heights

But you won't find me

In what's left of the open

There I'll lay my head to dream,

Of the sun

Its color left behind for me to shine

Making me dazzle

Like sun cream coco butter

In a universe of wild hearts and out casts

Misfits that can't fit into tiny stereo boxes

Our light, my light out grows 

The four corners of its paved walls

Yellow on the inside

And black on my outside

I'll color my way up

Color my way out

Till it’s late

So I could lay my head

And dream again

This time of the ocean

In hope my love would make it blue

Narrative

I love the outside. The world and its advancements try to steal the pleasure of nature away from us sometimes and pollute the air. But once in a while is an opportunity to experience her beauty.

Used words& terms

-‘those who can't behold but see’: the blind who are able to feel and sense the beauty of nature

-‘ones who behold but cannot see’: the ones who have sight but can’t feel nor appreciate nature

- ‘Grand’: impressive in sight mostly worldly

- ‘dazzle’: shine bright

- ‘Yellow’: happy