Wavering Place
The sky is a cerulean type of blue
Built from the dark and fluid art of the lake
The phase like plants enveloped in a green hue
I walk fog like through the bushes for my sake
Land glows a pretty wavering, blinding sight
With the sun enforcing the aura with might
I go onwards into a mirage of time
I can’t focus on anything that’s sublime
No matter my fancy this place is fuzzy
The sun blares on this faded sight that I see
Where the grass is too green leaving me dizzy
Air is open perfectly for me to be
The lake, though very blue, isn’t what it seems
One would think that you would come here to redeem
But you would be delusional to say this
I think normalcy is packaged sure to miss
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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