Ruins in Blue Skies

Moonrise high,

fullest proportion.

Iris in sky blue bloom

It is through those windows i seek-

Celestial backdrop fills me with wonder,

deep within the silvery – blue.

Blue from mourning;

Silvered by the sliver of sorrow.

Right now,

what you admit to know is irrelevant.

Not that I try to slither beneath your learned flesh;

Might I have the desire, though not the will.

How often do you gaze inward,

through those eyes of shame?

When last have you touched your own fragments-

tattered and torn;

They wear you so well.


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