Blue As The Summer

Hazy whiffs of sun drops cross the trees
Casting spells with fostered candlelight
Beneath a dew of green, submersed and submarine
I held a girl whose lips were red as sight

Down the hills of Cannes did a I fall
Under the muse of June was I Betrothed
As sweet as Nectarines craving for the dawns sunbeams
The heat of passion turned to a blood clot

Clouds of Spanish castles rise to view
Pass the glowing turquoise of my youth
Weightless in the evenings of summers endless weekends
Faith is the child's protege of truth

Blue is the colour of my childhood
A vintage encapsulation of when I bloomed
Fair, green emollient is the dowry of my sentence
A rustic glade where time is never to soon

Reviews

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Nice structure and flow.
I love the third stanza.
The last stanza is lovely ending. "Hazy whiffs of sun drops cross the trees
Casting spells with fostered candlelight
Beneath a dew of green, submersed and submarine"--great vision!

[R Smith]

wow! thats a beautiful poem Patrick it sways and dances across the page to that rustic glade, wish I could go there