BLUE NOT THE BLUE SHADING INTO LILAC

blue not the blue shading into lilac
but the blue itself, isolate crystal
I isolate you

clean precipitate
of the dreaming soul
without rejoinders.

see I have built from you
a few lacework kingdoms
from a single strand

one eyelash from the moon.
how out of favor you are
blue not going anywhere at all

they think
I see you on the brink of tears
and glimpse you through dissolving years

ah blue of the world so weary
vanishing beyond clouds
into the Far Sapphire piled up stratospheres

where the winds are found.
sleeping.

mary angela douglas 12 august 2018