My eyes; His eyes
The sky that falls to meet that blue blue sea
This ink
This blue coat with its blue hood that holds me
The lake that I learned to swim in—yes that same one that nearly captured my last blue breath
Willie says blue eyes crying in the rain
Which makes me think of Seattle in the early morning
As I meandered thru the city before class
And that boy who stood outside smoking,
Making me wish that I smoked
But I didn’t so I never talked to him
Instead I left that school and migrated south to where the sky is nothing but bright
And there are not too many rivers
Just giant blue ocean waves that carry surfers and every now and then, you can spot a dolphin.
Tonight is a blue night (not that happy Greek blue either)
I thought about crying because my heart is lonely but I don’t want to mess up my mascara
So instead I sit here chipping the blue polish off my nails and think about when he will walk in the door.
I am listening to Bob Dylan (who knows a thing or two about dark blue nights) but can also sing about the bluest of mornings & cake & love.
Oh blue. Blue. You hold my heart.
You are both the happiest color and the saddest.
Had you a voice, blue, I would imagine it to sound like Otis and his arms and his dreams.
Had you a taste, it would have to be the plump huckleberries that grow wildly in the mountains of Washington that my Grandma bakes into the most delicious dessert these lucky lips have had.
Willie says blue eyes crying in the rain
Which makes me think of Seattle
And makes me miss them even more.
Oh Aubrey …my blue eyes are filled to the brim and may topple over if I think of how blue I am with out you and there you are…blue too : (
Beautifully bluely written BTW : )
Put your red one up here..it’s my favorite=)