It is moments like these when dreams are created and are given birth to.
Moments of solitude. Moments of silence.
When you stare at the blue of the sky.
And you look into the depth of the sea.
Moments when the two blues meet–where the sky meets the sea.
Yes, dreams are made there and then.
It is moments like now when dreams die and are killed.
Moments of sorrow.
Moments of pain.
When the sky is black and the sea..
The sea is glittering darkness.
Where and when…the two blacks meet.
Yes, when tears run down your face.