How do I create myself every day?
Without shadow and eclipse
In small motions, followed
Through these cracks
As the foundations grow weak
Like tired children
Blue is the color of hope
Washing her blue hair
In blue water

If you are lost then follow choice
Through the forest of change
No longer afraid of understanding
Yourself. Of all gifts
You are life, splendid and frail
Dressed in the friendship of strangers
With no burden of time
Alone by the river
Of blue water