Cerulean

How long does patience wait?

If time indeed is cyclical

Then complete my arc.

Paint my dreams the color of what

They waited for

 through all of this

Morbid monotony.

Paint my hopes Cerulean.

Bring me back and stride me forth

To the shore between those

Two seas

Of blue

And azure.

How long does chaos wait?

To play with my order

To orchestrate this

Random chaos?

Does spontaneity flow through this circle?

Or is it the ringmaster and not the ring?

What difference does it make?

To distinguish between life and death.

Death exists.

And so does life.
And so does this pain
which stops me from sailing further.
And so does the sky
which stops me from marking ambits.

And so do I.
Who stops me
From stopping
again.