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Ambient Blue

hands gentle sway
laid sweetly upon infant skin
the softest blanket wrapped
the smell of powder
tickles the tiniest button
the connection of eyes
a gentle coo and warmest smile
the highest love…

ambient blue
mom, I love you
amongst the sounds
they ripple away…

hands gentle sway
making connections with reality
the depths of perception, full vibrant spectrum
youth lost becoming manly
the smell of darkness, paleness of smile,
tickles melancholy unions
a gentle rejection
that loving hand…

ambient blue
mom, I miss you
amongst the sounds
they are quieted…

hands gentle sway
navigating without luxury,
traveled high seas with rubber ducky,
squeaky air bubbles like champagne
I cannot drink,
laughing with lungs filled
bursting through surface with splash
that loving man…

ambient blue
mom, I’ll always be
amongst the sounds;
your son.

ambient blue
like you used to sing
like we used to sing
like I sing now as if you were here
how I wish this had been…

ambient blue.
I’ll sing for you.

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© Robert W.G. Ross 2010

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