A Portrait In Pale Blue Light
The moon sat quietly over the horizon
pushing her will on the vast ole sea
we pretended not to see it
but it was all that we could see
There was nothing vanilla about her
wrapped around these candied apple dreams
an allure of pure excitement
wandering through the deep
a portrait in pale blue light
shining for a world and me
I could sense the colors performing
inside where darkness lie
a promise beheld beside her
a soul the wind would find
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