Out of the Blue

By Bruce Clifford

History and war

Battle scars on the shore

Distant worlds out of view

It came to me from out of the blue

Quiet shapes and lonely nights

Shooting stars and free falling kites

Chemical makeup so far out of tune

You came to me from out of the blue

Out of the blue without warning

Out of the blue you came calling

I can't get my feet on the ground

I can't hear any other overexposed sound

Out of the blue when the sky was the limit

You took it all in and that was a given

I never knew which way was up or was down

From out of the blue you came around

History and time

The enemy lines are defined

Different faces remaining true 

You came to me from out of the blue

©10/10/13 Bruce Clifford

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