Blue Moods
Blue moods,
intertwine in
the skyline—
a chipped
sapphire's scent
trailing the
air; sun's own
dusk— setting in
rising
then rain,
a cerulean dye
for my heart's
pallor; rolling
down pristine
window panes;
shadows, a
threnodial
voice—
inside blue
moods, time
has no stance—
only scars paling
in the glass; the
ticking arrow makes
azure whirls of
dust— like frames
of coma or cold,
around my heart—
my scream at the
equinox— and
its bottled and
bleak memory.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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