Once in a blue moon

Aquamarine ocean waves in the distance stir me from my thoughts.

The sizzle of blueberry pancakes has become a morning routine I find easy.

Cerulean flowers wrap around my garden outside, as I step into view.

The beautiful blue of the sky is entrancing, almost calling out to me as if I belong to the sounds of the world.

If we could hear in colors, in all actuality, I think blue would represent my aura significantly.

Because I am the waves, crashing against the shore, day by day.

As I continue on until the midnight blues hit me, louder than anything I think I’ve ever experienced.