Blue boy

Sit by me my blue child,

I’m harder than that

so I just might

be able to trump your woes

with mine.

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

could ever draw.  

Image- Olympus tlcsystems

Image- Olympus tlcsystems


Night bank

Turn away now.

Go far places darling,

from the night bank.

On the shores of the aquamarine morning

meet me,

to pick up together, all the treasures

and all the bones washed up between diamonds and sand.

Fall now, my love, from the night bank.    

Picture – Sleeping Woman by Man Ray 1929


On company

Darling, I cannot see your dream,

out there, real, it’s only in your eyes.

But, I’ll feel it in your fight & catch it at our road’s close,

tangled in your gold,

shining your light.

Photo - Exorbibus Photography

Photo – Exorbibus Photography