and then there was blue

found in the boundless

unfound of the skies

behind his eyes

and the swallowing brash

of the crashing waves

the shores must brave

a polished moonstone

in the monsoon of night

held in the light

and then there was blue

nothing but the skies

and the incessant seas

with unfathomable eyes

the day to ensue

the biting salt on my lips

and my hips taking sway

lost in the time delay

the sinking of the sun

unbegun or forever begotten

with taste forgotten