How do I describe
This very blue that sits
In the centre of the sky
And how it is softly
Shaded to white
Along the low horizon
As the cool breeze plays
Like coy lover’s fingers
Light along my dimpled skin
While the still world is bathed
In the gold of a new morning sun
Such that it seems there’s a stillness
Of a life lost in it’s own beauty…

It is impossible
To put into words.