The Height

Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash

Blue, blue, blue,
Billions blues,
In my eyes,
Standing up on,
The cotton sky.

Once a wish,
To touch,
Led traversing it,
I fly and fly,
Towards the moon.

I see emeralds,
marbles and marvels,
On the lithos,
What birds see,
I finally saw.

Up above high,
In the sky,
No chain,
No pain,
No train to catch.

In the eyes,
The billion blue,
Reflect the heart of,
The sea.

The blue above,
and the blue down,
Tell me,
Resident of a water drop.

The ascent is hard,
Pushing yourself,
Towards singularity,
The origin,
Of the drop.

But, push, push,
And push,
I will,
Alas, water will still,
Accommodate.