ClearBlueYou

poem

The wind is hot

the sun is still

her gaze is steady, but somber

'til

the days of March come back to cool us

and somehow give back what would kill us.

The cane she needs is never used.

It stays inside with me and you.

'Til she can one day march with fools

again and give back what would bruise us.

I write my letters, and send my image

across these oceans

so love can damage

what moves to take from you and I.

At least today I have not cried.

Last night a memory came back in dreams.

It broke a levee, making new streams

of pain and joy and love and you.

In clear, blue liquid,

in clear, blue you

and you're a boy who loves and holds me

you don't let go 'til waking unfolds 

me to the floor

confused i'm drying

my cheeks from tears that betray lies

I use to clear up

any doubts

in those who love me.

Where are you now?

You brightened up my every vowel

your spirit wrote in me, a dowel

to flow thru fingers,  stain my pen,

with all your colors, paint my den

'til

Agora's phobia turned to vapor

to smell like glory

and peel like paper

by you dampened, emerged with charm

that from love surged to ease my arms.

A vacuum sits behind my chair,

it's full of dust and i don't care.

i'll get a new one

i'll rake my leaves and wait for new sun

to bring to me

the clear, blue you who left but loved me

who's grant was new but still would rub me

and feel like sunshine,

to gleam like gold, my shine unwind

endlessly bold

and warm the levee from cooler streams

of pain and joy and love from me 

to you and you to I

in clear, blue liquid

in clear, blue skies.

my ClearBlueYou,

your love is I.

written by Rose Loya (c) Copyright 2016

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"new sun
to bring to me
the clear, blue you who left but loved me
who's grant was new but still would rub me
and feel like sunshine,"


A lovely write...:).................