Azure

Cool, pulsating prisms
Echo in pools of
cerulean, liquid life.

Lush, refreshing drips
fall as fountains,
sooth as balm,
kiss and calm.

Depths in darkness hue
flush away laugh
And luster.

All is dull
and shapeless.


I am blue,
The sky is too;
Somewhere between
blue and blue
is where I am—

the Mourning departing;
the Morning coming...