BLUE SIGHS

Wisdom in each droplet

like a sea of broken roads

with each forgotten memory

to lighten the weight of loads

.

For every breath forsaken

and every tear forgiven

for every blink remembered

there's a thought that is mistaken.

.

In skies of cloudless pastures

to sink your eyes into

there's always some lost feather

to break the constant blue.

.

in trenches filled with blackest

of all forbidden waters

there seems to be some life in death

the meat of innocent slaughters.

.

The memory of the wounded love

that severed all the ties

the branches of the tallest tree

that reach for far off skies.

.

They touch the sky,

it has been said,

in twilight's setting,

sun so red.

.

but daytime winters

icy blue

the trees that glisten

know that it may not be true.

.

that's why as I sit here,

and as I tell you,

my tears that roll down my face,

remain of the deepest blue.

 

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