Beneath the arched vault of infinity, immerse yourself in the mystified blue

Beneath the arched vault of infinity, immerse yourself in the mystified blue, Where loneliness utters incantations in silent reverberations With a tempered voice, In melodies of screaming blue, divine sarabandes, Deep tones from a subtle bass, dotted with electrum sparks. Listen in the azure penumbra to the bright furies of stillness, The piercing, insinuating hiss of a voice in indigo and soiree, Painting a picture in clandestine duet, With feathers of vibrant azure and the nocturnal trees of the sky. Blue invokes a sacred lexicon, the cryptic nimbus of aquamarine, A work in melodic tones, an archaic poetry, balm for the soul, Deciphering the serene hieroglyphs of the firmament, Minor verses that nestle in the endless azure plain, In a prose text adorned with noble crocus flowers. Blue upon blue in unhurried hymns, Voices whispering gracefully green the evening’s blue adornments Of the lullaby fluttered in celestial waves, In the cobalt ocean of encompassing midnight hope, Speaking with wisdom, in the mysterious language of blue.