Blue Night
Night’s sky is a lapis slate.
Were its moon alive, glacial would be its breath.
As I stand on this cliff, ocean's indigo splashing my face,
I imagine the sparkle of your periwinkle eyes
before your lips first fell on mine.
My fingers clasp your gift to me -
the sapphire at my throat.
I envision us both like before -
laughing beneath a cerulean sky.
Sky no longer smiles;
I let myself fall forward
into the water’s cobalt depths.
Submitted Oct. 31, 2021
For Mystic Rose Rose's Blue Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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