Wide, Wide Blue (Poetry)

This space is deeper than I thought
the grass and wood under my feet
I saw the pair of eyes looking at me
staring straight into my evening glow
what darkness hides inside
—I wish I could be glisten
without a taint inside
—I wish it were always this way
the golden light guides
though drapes could never save me—
I am guilty for the longing blue
the navy wave strikes into me
to tell me of eight, the infinite ways,
though it seems endless
—My other half better win
The race of this patience is building
the blocks of sand on dairy’s bay
though ink could always show me
—I’m lost my ring in rocking grain—
the mud clings to me like thorns
the voices of forgotten songs
And my arms are suspended for one dust
—the soul as light as a Maple Leaf
I’m washing my hands now
On the blue, wide open day.