Blue is the Sky

The Blue is ever-stretching,
longer than athanasia ,
flowing within 
the perpetuity of time.
But it ends,
the failure of my eyesight
is somehow the reason why
the Blue ends -
Somewhere down the horizon...
I lay still in the embrace of a meadow
on the vale of autumn grace,
Astounded by the smell of
An unceasing mortal melody
of my beautiful loneliness.