BLUE OYSTER

Somewhere in the sea of humanity

lies a blue oyster nestled on the ocean floor

Unmindful of it's colourful neighbours

voicing a chorus of the collective deep

A distraction, a blur to the roving eye

It reflects an image mirrored by the sky

A lingering that clings long after

like that favourite photograph on a dusty shelf

The Blue Oyster's dreams are spun delicately

carefree thoughts woven with pearls of delight

They grow in the silent deep, fashioned,

amidst whispers of comforting quiet

Presenting just a carcass to the passerby

Cloaked in layers upon layers of obscurity

To those who question like the dangerous tide

Is revealed but the dark of the moon

The Blue Oyster waits patient, unnoticed

Better I suppose, for what can be worse

than the opening of secret doors

wherein lie gemstones dreamed at midnight

Better I suppose than the glare of reveal

that burns the skin and the soul within

The inquisition of disclosed disposition

Leading to the awkwardness of white lies

And so it glows bathed in moonlight

a mountain lake with a sanguine hold

blowing brash bubbles into the surroundings

from lips once pursed in imaginary embrace

passion chewed disdainfully with a glassy stare

Popped onto a canvas of illicit bliss

These moments are rare when the current shifts

and you swim unknown near the Blue Oysters home