Monday, July 18, 2016


blue was the final color we learned to see
wild--startling that discovery ....
pressed there against the vast white sky
allowed to unfurl
tempered try
the color of truth
(the secret color of love )
the petaled nuanced hope we speak of
coned and gathered
color only exists as it is perceived by the individual
texture felt by the fierce and mystical
what place do we hold after
four thousand five hundred years?
how viscous the scar, how warm the tears
where is the sovereign sun to warm our stars?
tempest darkness
harbored rising
light of words and tongues opalizing
Oh midnight ,,,
deep hollow gleams
embrace the night
delphinium dreams

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