ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©
Lipid pools of open water, gently piercing through the glass,
Leaving pock marks on the surface, praying that this soon will pass,
Such a constant blend of color, only one remains to be,
Water now o’er takes it all,
To the depths of life eternal, falling from this mortal coil,
Blues and purples blend together, melting into deeper hues,
Making one take stock of heaven, or to simply sing the blues.