Timeless, dateless blue that
Beckons, urges, demands
Me to surrender.
I stare above the walls,
The gates with rust encroaching,
The pots of hard-pressed flowers,
To blue sucking me upward.
Thin clouds stretch and bask
In sun-sent rays and daytime
Sky smiles like a lover
Knowing beyond lie mysteries of stars.
I am there. The earth’s truest
Beauty is above the earth,
Calling me upward on this
Rare day of balance, calling me
Up to the infinity of blue.
No earthquake, no tempest,
No hatred, no cancer, no pain.
My spirit soars, is free.
© Charlie Lambert
Charlie Lambert is a former journalist and sports broadcaster who turned to a different form of media in 2016 when he started writing poetry. He lives in Liverpool.
