Blue Hues

There is a seashore I saw in a dream

It said step here

And go down to the fluid

Grains grow up in my

Thought of you

I waited

You did come

Did you see the color?

It preceded your arrival

Blue hued flues of pillars

Went down to the sand

To the right I looked and

Saw a cliff

Not blue but mud

Perfect frame

How many times do I have to

Travel?

I want to stay in place and have

Your waves come to me.