Perfect Blue

Tue, 08/09/2016 - 20:55 -- quillr1

In the absence of light, here we are - waiting.
Looking at the universe - I stared deeply.
Over and over, just one more time.
My eyes glazed. I fell asleep in God's bed.
I want to listen to you.
There I will be, but I just need to stretch first

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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