THE COLOR BLUE

when words are set to the poetry of the heart, the colours of the sunrise combine with the indigo night, make a rhyme for all the seasons of the soul, we are gentle folds of ecru, tangerine, saffron and crimson silk wrapped around the word: You. ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

I had *Your* help. ;-) Soul to soul heart to heart the dreamer awakens inside the diamond sutra shattering into the light... ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

gems of blue, sapphire, indigo, names loaded with tradition and beauty, associations of so many wonderful things, the blue of night, the blue of butterflies, the blue of skies and seas; I think suddenly of a Norwegian painter who was said to be a little mad, poor man, and who couldn't afford paper or canvas to paint on, so he used old envelopes and did some exquisite little paintings that are still kept, framed, exhibited and admired. His blue, the blue of Stavanger and its fjords, sea and mountains. I once saw exactly what he meant one time when landing there in a plane, I called out 'there's Hertevig's blue', white mists were curling around the hills and sudden full glimpses were "painted" there, his delicate yet vibrant blue, magic, pure magic. You have given us the blues but those of pure joy, not the other ones from which we try to escape, and on reading your poems can escape. Blue dreams tonight, it IS night time here! Bonsoir Monsieur de Longo, Napoleon was a friend of those Logobardians, didn't he give the whole area to his sister!!! From Anna (Wood Acre- my surname that's got stuck to me means, not Harvey that's my maiden name)