Star of the Sea, dolorous and Byzantine,
throw your royal blue cloak over me,
She who weeps, La Llorona in Kahlo’s Casa Azul, paint my heart
gold under a prehistoric cobalt blue vault of heaven,
The blue! The blue! I am spellbound by the blue!
Lapis and lavender blues of a shining Limoges Mary
And lotuses on faded old Amarna tiles whisper me tales
binding me to the secrecy of an ethereal blue rose,
Azure tropical waves caress a shore strewn with white coral,
Lady Isis, come into a sea-turtle guided dream;
Sky blue rays and fiery blue flames, walk with me and scribe my
Destiny on your crystalline turquoise tablets in etheric Gothic,
Turn me into pure sapphire light,
I am swooning into the soothing blue of every iris and cornflower,
The strange bird that had been singing all along in my heart --
it is blue
I always considered you littered my home,
Small knickknacks adorning overcrowded shelves.
The marble statues you bought from lovely Rome,
I leave them there, a memory of ourselves.
And in gay Paris, you just went mad with joy
Those miniatures saucers, jugs and a vase,
Insisting each was her special lovely toy,
Dainty trivialities, there's no more space.
But without Limoges, can one live a true life?
She packed them carefully thus to take back home.
Porcelain I had to pay for my dear wife,
How tired I was, each elegant shop to roam.
Such charms, rings, bracelets, miniature houses
Lured by magnetic charms, earrings and pendants,
From Upim*, Milan she bought tens of blouses
At Lafayette, I waited in attendance.
She's left me with all these little ornaments
Beautiful up to a point I must admit;
Shall I cherish them for what each represents?
Give to charity or leave them in my writ?
NB Upim is a superstore in Italy.
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