#WritcoPoemPrompt117
Blue eyed soul,
As brilliant as stars,
Sea tide surges with it's long silvery roll,
Comes with the twilight's roaming air...
And fresh as the air Mist,
A soul so beautiful,
That even the flowers don't compare,
As sweet as sugar,
as strong as the gravel,
as beautiful like blue dahlia's,
and a beauty to not be compared,
The sky is a reflection,
of how tired you are,
waking up and facing another day is an option,
The sun doesn't shine forever,
at the end a blue night sky appears,
And then comes the peace,
Dreams appear and so do thoughts or imaginations,
Twilight sparkle with moments,
Memories to be forever kept,
And stories to be told to another soul.

© Shadow