Fly, into the blue

I heard this version of Volare for the first time this evening, and I love it.

Fly, into the blue

Blue is the colour of dreams,
wind, the paintbrush of the sky,
a palette of cornflower seas,
an indigo haze, jay feathers.

Wind, the paintbrush of the sky,
feathers a canvas of clouds,
where ice-crystals dance,

a palette of cornflower seas.
Dip your dream-finger into the blue,
sow windsongs in the grass,

an indigo haze. Jay feathers
strum you awake, moonstruck.
I fold your wings, hold you here.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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