Blue as.....

I dreamt of a sphere
doused
in blue light
not the faint blue of a dull sky
but the hue
of moonlit streams
not the chilling stare
of an eagle's eye
instead

a cool rhapsody
a bed of mint leaves
in the sultry heat

It might evoke

visions of poppies

if they were

blue in their vibrancy

a blue
the poise of a dying sun
not the aloofness of fiendish friends

but otherworldly
yet attainable

as dead souls are
to the living

A solace

unlike flattery or sweet nothings

a presence

that seizes
with the constancy of moon cycles

regal

as glaciers in summer light

graceful

not the lightness of convalescence

rather weightless

like dizzy spells

I feel its vacancy
without the pain of absence
it is the emptiness
that spurs

FIX

The eye of an owl
suspended in the night
entices a riddle

A howl in the park
chisels the dark
chills the ripples
on the lake

The tear of a deer
heals the wound of a spear in his breast

A kiss that is lost
frozen on the lips
of the dead
lingers