Sit by me my blue child,
I’m harder than that
so I just might
be able to trump your woes
Lay by me my blue boy,
what hurts out there is bigger
than what our hearts hold;
do you see the pain in the ocean waves?
it’s more than what my eyes can take.
Look up with me my sweet blue
-see those stars pierce right through
things we clutch to our awed mortal cores
as real, as truth;
like time, like life and like
things that make us rush through
this beam of being we’re in for
just an atom of a night.
Cry with me my blue love
because the night is bluer than your heart
and still more dimmer than my marrow
– worthy of all the sorrow that our tears