Was it a dream?
the dance between sapphire and turquoise squeal in sequins
reminiscence of lighthearted movement
shadowed by the depth of the indigo ocean spring
drowning in the unforgettable memory of lust
the teal muse of fantasies written speech
flexible shapely feet
float your way through your sheer blue transparency
etching words in the minds eyes
like it\'s chiseled in stone on the bank of the beach
kissed by the sea
buried within the sand of longing
each wave of azure that drips from my eyes
crashes... chipping away at the image of moving
distorting the words of what was once spoken
fading behind the grey clouds of the ghostly spirit
suspended in the time of what once was...
... but now can never be...