Its a BLUE Day

A call’s cold echo left my heart adrift,  

Hollow as whispers in a shadowed rift.  

I called him near, to hunt through wilds unknown,  

Two souls, one path, where seeds of trust were sown.  

Through tangled trails, our words wove deep and true,  

Each step a bridge, each thought a tender hue.  

Then, lo—a path where beauty spun its art,  

The sky ablaze, a canvas of the heart.  

Colors danced vivid, swirled in fleeting streams,  

Stirring within me light, like waking dreams.  

I slowed my pace, entranced by heaven’s glow,  

The world’s soft pulse, a moment’s sweet tableau.  

The hues grew gentle, fading into calm,  

And then his hand found mine—a quiet psalm.  

Hand in hand, we walked, my spirit soared,  

Cherished, adream, by love’s warm light restored.  

The trail unfolded, ever-shifting, wild,  

Yet wrapped in care, I felt like joy’s own child.  

We spoke of life—its thorns, its fleeting bloom,  

Shared tales of triumphs, scars, and fleeting gloom.  

The hunt forgotten, we paused to break our bread,  

A lingering lunch where hearts, not haste, were fed.  

Then homeward bound, beneath the softening sky,  

Love’s warmth my guide, where dreams and truth comply.