Poetry; Brace Yourself

I've been tabled and flew

I've been wanted undone

I've been gathered in blue

And stripped by the sun

And the walk in the park

Made the blue lade okay

The fence in the dark

Turned night into day

But this:

This is the depth of blue

And the light in sun

This is the secret that makes a circle round

It is this (shh; in a whisper)

I am found