Poem Hunter
BJH (05/29/65 / Missouri)


Her thoughts are blue, and the world reflects
her breath of blue, becoming the sky
Her tears are blue, filling an ocean
Azure sheets, raining time

Her memories tug at her heart
His smile so precious and rare
Love is a treasure hard to imagine
Other tints aren’t seen,
only blue

His heart is blue, and shivers with cold
His tears would be blue, instead, they are frozen
Icebergs of cobalt have grown in his soul
Glaciers cover his eyes

His memories are painful
her touch, soft and warm
Yet, love isn’t seen or e’en felt
Her world, decorated,
Rests, sadly painted, masked
with cerulean blue

Reflections remain
In the paths she has trodden
Slightly distorted, illusory, faded
Creating their lives, from the blue

Waves cautiously brush the edge of their world
Rimmed with the smallest suggestions of light
Washing against his indigo heart
Seeking to serve relief to his eyes
A taste born anew,
out of blue

The heavens cover their souls with protection
As shyly, infant clouds begin roaming
Caressing whispers, waft soft on breezes
Blowing kisses into his mind
In shadows of white
the color of love

Glowing on the horizon
Sails are unfurling within her soul
Reaching out creating a life preserver
On cresting waves
built of hope

Far in the distance his gaze has landed
Upon the lifeboat crafted within her dreams
He sees her dressed in robes of love’s light
And catches at threads floating past

Gradually, grasping handfuls of sweetness
His notice has developed awareness
That blue has given way to a hue
Grown carefully, surely
'til his eyes can view

New colors…

**excerpt from 'Living in Chaos Survival: A Parenting Journey...' **Published through LuluPress 2004

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Comments (1)

Betty Amazing poetic style here, well done