it held my arm
and took me
into night, into morning
out of a midnight sun
and into the deadened
deadened stars

and the shutters left a beating
a cold beat, still
still in my heart.

Some winged locusts swarmed in
tender and frayed
scalloped leaves flicked into the ashen wind
sounded, tinkering

tinkering of bluebells
bluebells and dewdrops.
The wind
chimes chiming
through and through

and the dewdrops strayed
strayed onto a path
cobbled and ******

pebbles
rolling in the dust of the moon
into the still
blue

blue-black waters.

A marred mirror of broken glass
and sliver of concrete gusts

gusts the wind
a fury bale
and lights

set in.

I never knew how lonely a man
a man in blue

a blue man

you.