She colors my days with the words that are spoken in the dark of the previous night
Cerulean blue splashes the morning when we end on a fanciful flight
Better than the haze of tobacco-tinged white walls in a chain-smoked windowless gloom
When I was wanting for something, a ghost of a longing for a thing that has long left the room
I stumble and fumble and rise and then bumble my way through this tenuous thread
My heart an arrhythmia, stilted and stuck in me, as the blood beats and pounds in my head
Said I am sorry, but even apologies have a maximum allowable dose
The balance on that ledger seems to be forever stuck in a catch in the back of my throat
Footsteps ring hollow on stages that are not all that they seemed to be cracked up to be
The goal is to be goal-less and the whole is like holding the sun before comes the next freeze
But, ahhh, the cerulean blue in this daytime, and the sparks of golden light in the night
As the photons are firing, the windows inspiring in the clutch of the fingers held tight
She colors my days with the words that are spoken in the dark of the previous night
Cerulean blue splashes the morning when we end on a fanciful flight