There are these moments -
moments when all I see is blue.
These moments are the moments,
when I need
to get myself home to you.
To see myself in your eyes.
To feel myself as you.
To meet my strangeness in your presence,
to become true,
to the color blue.
The blue is pulling me through -
It´s calling me all the way
through the dark forest of shame,
and over the high mountain of stiffened fear -
and home to the Land of You.
"Strange color blue", I am amazed.
How your light highly guides -
when I let your signs
decide.
Who would know? That the color blue,
were pure
as the first white snow -
ever falling on you.
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