Wounds gaping open like crying twilight moons.
You are bleeding hues of solitude,
greyish indigo seeping out of you;
you are leaking blue.
Oceans suffuse your thoughts and color your eyes,
unmuted and vivid,
you're dripping onto poetry paper.
From haunting and dreamy streaks of bright sadness
sapphire suns are born, melting on canvas their
droplets like falling concord grapes
or icy tears of cobalt,
and you are leaking blue.
Your mind has resigned to the pouring skies that
water wilting irises,
to the shades of blooming sorrow,
and nectar of aching hearts.
You shall fill your palette, and paint your pain, for you do not fear the leaky blue inside of you.