something blue
was easy enough to find
digging through an old drawer
somewhere in the back room
of my mind
rummaging through memories
and histories and psychic lint
everything tinted that
melancholy color
I tossed her a sad story
I had read
when I was happy
and she fastened it
to her stocking
just below the knee
more difficult
but only slightly was
concealing a borrowed
ocean of regret in the
tails of her dress
which left a trail
of puddled sorrow
where she walked
my distracted eyes
would follow them
forever wondering
if I should stoop to
sop them up
though I never did
in her eyes she wore
the new light of the
sanguine dawn hung low
spilling the horizon
across the day
but they were hidden by her
painted veil
painted with a song as
old as planets
old as the sun
old as stars
as old as the night that fell
I like the rhythm of this one and the imagery a lot.