Bleu, and pure, blue as the dawn,
And blue as alone.
Lazuline, fragile and wild,
It smiles at the sun.
Perfect,
Small song of the summer;
Blue, blue as the sky.
Here's a myth in ultramarine,
The wayfarer's boon.
Damned are his eyes, the man who
would try
To pull up the bloom.
Fleeting,
Sapphire evanescence;
Blue, blue as goodbye.
I stole some home,
Kept it under my pillow
But there it soon withered.
If you would love it, let it be.
Germander.
Long ago, eyes like a child
Were blue to my grey
She would run, eldritch and wild,
Took my heart away.
Always,
Sapphire unforgetting;
Blue, blue as the night.
I staked a claim
With poems under my pillow,
But she would not listen.
I couldn't help but let her be
Germander.