The Blue Dreamscape

In that blueness, the sky and the sea are indivisible.
I slowly paint your cargo of red smiles, and let it float.

You have found me there, and my packets of swelling
anxieties. The calm of infinite coordinates, beyond and beneath.

You smile at me without your eyes, the hadron colliders
of deathless particles of hopes. The rapture ruptures me.

I refuse to kiss the moon, to let you safely sail
on my skin. While I will remain an unplumbed dark.

The water is sweetened to tame the turbulence.
I will guide the wind, to let us be the singular blue.