Blue

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

If my eyes do not flash bright blue for you

They have never been for anyone

If my heart breaks, it breaks because it knows it is alone

The words cannot be written to take the place of the fruit of your flesh

So I remain in a quiet solitary state

I am mid-stream crossing from stone to mossy stone

Always in peril of being tipped into the swirling flow

Thus I stand on a rock and ponder

I want to cross the stream as ever I did

But now I stand and peer into the black

To see how deep the water is

Blue  - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                                                  47