Bed of Blue

Ill, make ...a bed, 

of blue.. with you..

Where....dreams rise

With birds above,

And sing...

 a song of love.. 

 Is far from reach,

Of,......clawing hands .. 

And the jewel... You  want,

Is high..and bright.

Like... those lights..

 in the night...

(Take flight 

With the speed of eros arrow)

They.... live longer,

Than the time....

When we were lovers..

Drinking wine,

On the path

In the park...

Saying words..

 .. to define..

24 hours..

Of ...

our time.. 

You said to me:

'It's like......a line... is a line

Well..

'She could be .. mine'

I thought.. right then

But e...qually ...

A fabulous..flag,

That curls and rips..

In the ..wind.

And...!

so sudden...

 drops.. 

and folds....

Around the pole.

From ..

the still, ....silent.. air..

We consumed..

Without a care.

Avariciously..so.

But ..

he knew..

The walk they took

 and the dance she did

Was not the 

one of love.

however wise ....the words

He said ....from 

The beak of a,

 dove..... above..

Like any path ..

It might show...

 Tracks you made,

where,

no- one goes..

Some.... are showered,

With  tears .that filled...

filled....a bottomless well, 

...To the top.

.Still.. like a rock,

He stood....

and watched:

A flood of dreams at his feet,

From the past,

Unearth ...themselves

In crystal form......

But

Then,.....with

bearing hand,

Picked them up ..

From the  grass.

 Like ..diamonds

 to hide

In pocket and coat

 He..

Wrapped around

A ...

Chamber of air.. (his chest) ..

 Filled ...to breathe ..

The whole world ....

In.

For them to share

....A dream.. a dare...

If all is true......

To:

lie again..

On bed ..of blue....

With you.

Brian Charles Donnelly

January... 2018