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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