blue.

Through you

I see no edges;

A gentle

Fade

From thing to thing.

Stars fell into reflections and now the sky is empty and the sea is full.

Temptation to

Dip toes into ink

And walk

To bed

With nibs for feet,

Writing 'blue' upon these streets.

Tonight the gulls

Cry

'Blue'.

The sea is full.

The edges are gone.

And so I:

As much bench as I am floor,

As much sky as I am pen.

The pier now

Appears now

-Through you as I see-

To be as much blue as the

Spilled Ink.

The carnival has come.

Each corner lit

By the yellow shade of blue.

Fades to middle

Into shades,

More shapes,

Cause the stars fell and hit the ships.

Did the stars hit me,

Or am I blue too?

Edgeless through your eyes.

Damp breath.

Overhead fly the gulls;

BLUE BLUE

Cry the gulls.

The carnival has come

To paint the town.

On this night we painted blue.