Ultramarine

Flowing through the obsidian sky screen
A heavy brew of fresh forget-me-nots,
The attar of freedom – divine and serene
Disturbs the darkest of my happy thoughts

A smoking acid – it peels my eyes away
For I’m no sun to penetrate its deepness
It breathes the sea in tiny buds of spray
And grants a kiss of glacial sweetness

In the mirror of waters it searches reflection
Wondering where lies the true image unseen
Who can tell but the almighty perfection?
Who can extract the secret of colour within?