The ocean blue is vast and deep.
And vaguely soporific.
And if I sleep, then I’ll sleep well,
Undisturbed by noises and such.
I’ll dream of the colour
That won’t go duller
If left for a thousand years.
If it faded, there would be tears
From me and all those who love the blue,
It, at times, having such a lovely hue.
And then I’ll think of the sky above,
With fluffy clouds all filled with love.
The sky of the colour that relaxes me
The sky in which I could fly free
With wings of my thought:
The wings that know not what is strife.
For these are the things that make me feel calm -
Like a gentle stroking on my soft, pink palm.
And when I wake up, I’ll be content.
And when I go to bed tonight,
I’ll be on an island where the sand is white.
(Yes, I’ll be stranded faraway,
But I’ll think of it as a holiday.)