somewhere under the blue

somewhere deep and true

to be like children again

to remember how to laugh

and love

without the armour

made of scars

of life that's gone too far

and the resistance 

against the chains

that cut the flesh

when getting cut

has been too often

the only way 

to free the day

from the definition of the names

that make commodities 

of the happiness that's 

always been

our right 

somewhere to play

with miracles that kiss us

with their wings

of prayers we never had

to claim

or ask redemption for

somewhere to remember

imagination is reality too

somewhere to be gentle

without having to be

with words that flow raw

but on breath that is sweet

forgiveness a well

that runs too deep

to swallow our pennies

but still can keep

our secrets 

yet grant us

our wildest dreams

somewhere deep and blue

somewhere with you

if not today then someday

without a name

in some near or far away

the place I wish to return

somewhere in the memory

of time within the dimensions

of unseen time

that is not the the kind 

you wait to come again

and not the end

but the place you work

to unearth

somewhere beneath

the ghost of the children

we have been

inside the mystery

of ancients we are