A/N: I wrote this ages ago, and it is essentially a poem based on a prompt of the word "blue." I also posted a version of this on my tumblr for the FrUK Week Day 6 prompt "Lovely Eyes." It is short but I hope you enjoy it at least a little.
Dear Francis,
Last night I dreamt of you and our lives together and it made me realize that for me, it is you, and it has always been you. It isn't often I can remember a dream vividly enough to put it to words so I thought I should take advantage of the opportunity.
I closed my eyes and all I saw was blue,
the sky is so very blue and black is the colour of the nights come and gone;
white, the glimpse of the brightest star in the infinite heavens
and then there's you with your eyes so blue.
Eyes so blue, so very blue like the sea that comes and goes in waves crashing against the shores of my land and yours,
from Dover to Calais.
You know the story as well as I do,
a tale as old as time iself,
they took some red string and they drew a red line,
going from your heart to mine,
from London to Paris,
from Dover to Calais.
I opened my eyes and I was in a place where the forest meets the sea
and I saw blue.
I saw the blue in your eyes and the oceans and the sky mixed with the grey of the blocks we used to build our cities,
castles and towers so mighty and high,
brick by brick, our empires reaching for the gods in heaven.
These were the days of kings of the bright yellow sun and great empires upon which the sun would never set,
I was in a place where the orange glow of dusk would never reach,
and you were there too, beside me as always.
I saw the blue in your eyes that glittered like sapphires
and filled with visions of gold draped in the most royal of purples.
I closed my eyes once more and opened them again, quickly,
the blink of an eye and it was gone, just gone,
the glories of days gone by
and I was a king on a broken throne and you were taken from me.
War has always been a nasty business
with the rusty red of blood from boy soldiers mixed with the grey-ish brown of the mud;
and the stench of death covered by the smoke of guns and flames,
death of those who are far too young for such things.
I closed my eyes and wept until the air was clear.
I opened my eyes,
and I was once more in the place where the forest meets the sea.
And in that place I saw you
and I saw the blue in your eyes that spoke of joys and sorrows that span a thousand years;
I saw blue, the blue of sapphires, the blue of midnight, and the sea,
and in that blue I saw all of the things I had ever held dear or desired,
the things in this world that I loved,
I saw you.
Reading over this, I realize that it might not make much sense to you, at least not like it makes sense to me and I just wanted you to know that I love you, so much. This is something that has taken me far too long to understand and I'm not sure I fully understand it, I only know that I feel the safest in the place where the forest meets the sea, and that it is in this place where you'll always have me. Always.
With Love,
Arthur