Hope That Is Navy

When the sun sets I
become sad
Nestle the blue of your eyes to my
dreams
Build the beams of houses from your
curves
these are the touches that
give me remembrance of death
or rather
the veiled cycles of life and
death
I realize the ocean in your eyes
how they are
little pebbles
from the stars and then those
kind of oceans
from the heavens
The northern skies
The navy blue hopes

The hope that is navy

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