Blue Petal

Seldom does the morning wake me now Too long has there been a dream of green Foggy with the mist of the sea bay Filled with those small white boats slowly bobbing about here and there Tethered to the waters and our desires The sun through the glass panes comes Amorphous as thoughts touching everywhere Castings shadows defining the darkness Spreading the light vigorously as a summer storm Where just outside the bedroom window sill Hangs an aging flower box peeling off its blue paint It has no flowers or dirt, the bottom is long gone A reminder to another time, another grace A traveler from the past in torn britches And broken straw hats popping their lids You can watch the blue paint chips drop down To a weedy grass like petals of forget me nots Today was another day of green dreams.