blue reflections

I give myself to this joy:
these unexpected pleasures,
sun resting on bare skin,
the depth and reflection of blue,
this rekindled inspiration,
uncensored mermaid calling,
secret messages and your fingertips.

Yet some days the brilliance pales.
The wind conjurs thunderheads,
and blustered gray thoughts
whip through dreamscapes.
Summer takes a sheen of unreality:
were you really there?
was that really me?

But mostly I give myself over.
Constraints from without and within
do nothing to quash my desire –
(these moments are droplets of water,
are light reflected through sapphires)
-knowing we’ll dance again
in the depths and blue reflection.