a faded blue
when the sun sets
west over
there by the bridge in the back
round of the photograph
i framed long ago
burned in a fire
of rage and fury
ash -
like dust in the wind-
and the blue does fade into black
to only prove that darkness will return again

i count the stars above me now
in the midst of silence
my thoughts are countless
drowning out the washing in of waves
and there i close my eyes beside the beach
i photographed
a moment when the summer wind did blow
the calm onto the shores
where chaos had no chance
because of my serenity
oh what a time

and so my memory does fade
like the blues
where day does turn to night
i fear the dark
for i have yet to dream
of that perfect blue
i photographed with you-
a sky that i could only pray
to dream about
and fall.
...
asleep

i fade away