Song For Ourselves

It was true.

There was blue light,
waves and shells
Music for sun-on-the-shore souls.
Pleasing mountains, a breezing sun.

I've had reasons to feel sad, all for the better.
Carrying the world in blooming faith.

The incompetents were frozen beneath lemon water.

The light beams directly into the water,
what is the reflection saying?

Not a mirage over a year of thirst.
But transparent love, with a smile and a silvery flick.