Blue

Kim O'Neal
Blue creeps in when night begins
A deep thick shade of angry sky
Cloaked above the town like sin
Yet gentle as a lullaby

Blue moon climbs out from her hiding place
Like a dinner-plate in the sky
Igniting her silver, freckled face
While dreams and apparitions squirm
The lid of a sleeper's eye encased

Blue is the juice from which dreams are churned
Churned and stirred inside a tin
Hence rained on eyes sleeping sound and firm

Blue the shade of shadows' skin
Blue 'till morning thus begins

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  • Joe Poniatowski9/3/2009

    That's quite evocative.

  • Scott Shetler8/29/2009

    I have blue eyes so I like this one :)

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