Brilliance of Blue

Brilliance of Blue

There is a little piece of sky
falling in my heart,
…. it falls right into my hands.
I say to sky:
“Sky, why are you so blue?”
Sky replies:
“I am blue because I am your enriched
creative expression. I fell into your hands
as a gift from your heart……
I am your voice, your stroke of the brush,
the architect of your words….
I am fuel for your creation; use me.”
I look back at sky and see rainclouds gathering.
“And what are these clouds about you in my hands?”
asked I….
“They are the tears in me who have gathered
like a reservoir of grief which pour upon your life.”
“Ah” say I,
“I know this all too well as the ground is too wet
for me feet to feel safe upon it…… so I stare down
instead of looking up at you and your brilliance of Blue.”

“Precisely” says sky. “Precisely that.”




Time flying by
with never a thought
to whether we can keep up,
or stumble and fall
and never in a million years
would it come to check our wounds…

……and so,
clock’s arms rolls around,
cobwebs go on growing and greying
and I sit here praying
and all the world can do is go on buying
selling, under the table, trading the
good the bad and the ugly.

I can’t look, for I owe YOU and more
a few words, a smile, a breath …..
How could I not?
How could I be drawn into mediocrity
which draws our blood from veins which
already weep from the mundane?
No…. I make space here ~ now ~ Life Sings.
Friends meet via telestial means as if it’s all
that can be given. Human beings morph
into automatons and we wonder why
the world is about to go PUFF…….