Thursday, January 30, 2025

BLUENESS

Close to the water,

Yet far from my wish for now.

I search beneath the hollow of a tree,

Bit by bit.


I'm doing the hardest job in the world

My eyes, like a flowing tide,

Defy the river’s course.

A sorrowful crimson sky falls upon me.


Turns out, the hardest thing in the world

It is to stand tall, seeking blueness.

The shade of a single tree was enough for both of us. It wasn’t the wind; it was you who blew.