Dark Blue
Of all nights spent in tired stupor,
I relish these most.
Though but a few hours in an ever-expanding library of our lives,
I’m made a wraith of a man when I’m lost in that dark blue.
The ocean holds not but a finite amount of water, yet the strongest efforts of people struggle amongst its depths. ...
I relish these most.
Though but a few hours in an ever-expanding library of our lives,
I’m made a wraith of a man when I’m lost in that dark blue.
The ocean holds not but a finite amount of water, yet the strongest efforts of people struggle amongst its depths. ...