Maxwell Blue's Oubliette:

Bluest Breeze

While waves beat, break on shore
Days are short and nights are long
On the bluest breeze white birds soar
Passion is a softly played theme song
Still in life there is a glowing amber
A firebird that flames up, below the ash

High on spirit wildflowers clamber

Albeit the whole affair is a little brash

Questions float unanswered upon my head

While the sky is painted yellow and red

I see thru a door I can never walk past

Forever knowing the skit will never last

Sprightliness cannot be formulaic

Even when the intone is a bit prosaic