Have You Been There?

What is so great about the blue, When the God decides it to brew, In the kettle pot of our gingerly hearts, Accomplices are around to induce the might, Is it the vision or the olfactory nuisance? Sometimes we are happy without any reason, When young human prance in the season, Simply something makes us to feel good, With no visual observation, trance at stance, Horses in the hearts start to gallop, The doves in the mind sneak to a gap, That is warm and happy to twist our nerves, We giggle for a while, collections of sickles, When the blue brewed to show in the offing, We have to gather based on our schedule, Can’t be cut and pasted, has to be felt, The blues of the oceans and the sky in the horizon, Seemed to have met at that pointless dimension, No one has found that destination, And name it with their wisdom.