Postmark: Poetry!

Fireblossom asked us to write a letter.  

"Hey Toads! In this age of email and texting, it's easy to forget about sending a letter the old-fashioned way. So let's play Post Office! Write me a poem that includes a letter, or stamps, or a mailbox, or a mail person."

Dear Blue Eyes, 

I miss your strong arms

your slate black blue hair with a touch of curly white 

you made my heart pound with yours- drumming

your tune into horizon's mirror

Night's lantern of silver pockmarks your faith 

yet you rocked the sails of dreamers-everywhere

I miss your cologne-a blend of sunshine, sea salt and evergreen

Remember our first kiss

me in my blueberry swimsuit running into your arms

you wore that denim shirt with pearl buttons

your kiss wet and tender made me forever smile

I long to hear you sing in wind's tunnel

your voice roared as the Opera swirls

your eyes emerged cloudy some days

as we walked hand n' heart along the shoal of whispers 

flickers of wings always announce my return

I cherish the sculpted turquoise shard

you made me

I found your message in a bottle

inky black depth revealed a poetic

blue moon

Your cosmic grace holds my deepest secrets

as I cast wishes into your tears

your symphony vibrates me

I know saffron sun paints your many moods

 your celebrity status is world known

your physics of glory weighs on my mind

until I return to you

my perennial blue.

Sincerely yours,

Ella