High tide

A sky that stays bright and blue turns dark. Its hard to imagine something so beautiful vanish. We need away to preserve the beauty. Color fades and warm turns to cold. I want comfort. Whether i stand or sit i have access to rolled up pieces of earth to put to my lips like chap stick. I take in the burning earth as if it would breath new life into me. After a few deep inhales i float. My boat is beyond the water sailing towards the sky. Im sailing on the clouds. My thoughts and feeling are written in the clouds. They pump like giant speakers. All i want is to reach the other side of the dark clouds. I want to see the light and bright closers of day. Im in a dream but away at the same time.