Into Blue Horizon

Ann of Norway Oh here you are now. I have commented this already. Let me see....... Good morning my wonderful painter of words, your brush filled with pigments divine, your heart though hidden inside, beats steadfastly by your side, your colours are beautifully true, not dulled by you're being you, but touched by your spirit so pure, your bright sun sinks for sure, and its strange fine allure, glows for us, always there for you, fear, fear not, fear, it goes slowly in swing, as the pendulum clocks out its parts, we sway in our wisdom now knowing, that summer now tries to be snowing, with cold as you age, we all do its nothing that's new, just the how, is so different for many, we'll not get away without any. Oh just writing as usual waffling to you dearest you with your brilliant colours, beautiful analogy with the turning red of the sun as it sinks into the brim of the great chalice of the ocean and fries your thoughts like toast uncomfortable, blackened, and yet we, as poets can see this as coloured, the magnificent colours of the sea, the greens the blues the azures, the turquoises, the deep dark browns the olives of sea weeds, the clashing of shells in their pastel tints, all manner of anemone waving good-byes and we smile, we have something that heals the soul, where others can only console themselves with surrogate Gods and mythical illusions, we hold the Golden rod, the Golden Fleece, the Golden Goat, the thread that leads to heaven, I think you do my Longobardolino, you are so gracious, so understanding and so magnificent, writing such thoughts down for all to see, for all those in the same boat, sailing the very same seas as you, experiencing the very same pains and anguish as yourself, you are THEIR BEACON; their staff, their solace of wisdom and understanding and I know they thank you, even though you may not hear them cry out, they sit, like you in their own little rooms bearing the onslaught of pain and delusion, some in dementia smitten with the knowledge that their minds are disintegrating too, you are their 'saviour' in disguise, who knows their eyes are looking at you, with whom you sympathise, and to whom you give your soul. Amen Annuccia who loves you for it.