the blue that is forever
half of a whole day
on half of a whole world
every day
clear as lone howl
of harmonica playing a duo
with the train whistle warning
when the hobos can scream unheard
their longing for home
the blue that is forever
gets it's color from reflection
when it's your birthday
four years old was awesome
and gone as forever
as a first kiss is permanently
unrevoked by way of it's name
still only a reflection
a face touching its lips in a mirror
eyes closed
the blue that is forever
has stars spinning unseen
whipping tiny water droplets
into frothy white clouds
invisible big dippers
playing electric storm games
pushing windy cacaphony
into eventual lungs
of a newborn gasp and shocked cry
the blue that is forever
is ink upon a parchment
promising Voynich codeness
for future mystery seekers
that touch a changing
interpretive continuance
while believing in comprehension
as comfort in it's illusion
the blue that is forever
is really clear
a reflection of deep ocean worlds
known only in faith or theory
as yet
among the unseen mountains
and shipwrecks
lost treasure sifts in the samds
the bones of a hand
holding sizeable gems
made by djinns
of ancient India in exchange
for worship and lust
in the cage of whitewashed fists
their memory chronicled by
the song of whales
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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