Slipping behind the moon, leaving defined marks,
sliding away from the sun, moving into hushed dark.
Healing the scars of time, with light minded balm,
melting shadows away, leaving no trace of harm
Stretch, dip and dive off, off the solid land,
scratch, scrape, straighten, reach where you can.
Immerse yourself in royal colours of the known,
that cover and glow only, on the royal throne.
Where is the blue, the colour of sky?
It's wherever we choose, you, and I.
No need to follow the well trodden path,
Simply mix all colours for a mucky mud bath.