A to Z

• If I had a letter for every year
• I could spell ‘azure’:
• A colour of a coast
• that draws desires upon its warm waters
• And calls forth ships and souls,
• and lighthouses and moons, new and full
• A colour, all but perfectly clear
• at the furthest reaches of its embrace
• And indistinguishable
• from the sky at the line beyond the eyes
• A colour transcending name and form,
• beyond letters and words, cadences and tides
• I could spell it, a radiant desert
• at home against a land it made beautiful
• devoured in the instant,
• belonging to millennia
• I could spell it, and that would be all I could do
• and that would be enough