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