cerulean

what is freedom
but a sweetly whispered word
adrift on a soft breeze
landing in my heart
causing all my chains to crumble

(your light blinds me
but there is nothing i would rather see
your love slays me
but there is no other reason to live)

hope
is like the clouds, set ablaze by the sunset
color is something i don't see
but feel

isn't mercy like rain?
a tender touch on an upturned face
(thankful)

a certain sighing silence
as love stealthily conquers all
even yesterday and tomorrow are held in love's firm grip

you are sufficiently amazing (amazing sufficient)