A Confession in Blue.
about someone clueless
As day ends
or morning begins
when everything turns purple on the end
of the horizon underneath a deepening blue.
written in the ever changing hue.
its always you
when you’re so far done and trying to run
yes when you’ve long been through
it will still be you.
when I wake in the morning with my life ahead
still knowing I should be dead.
but I still get through
I’ll know it was you.
when
when a day comes I walk away with words I hate you on my tongue
a smirk, though bled, as you know it’ll still be you
whether a stop, short cut, detour or scenic view
you know it’s still you .
when you despise all I do
but I’m stubborn, I’ll maintain it’s you.
when you look at yourself and everything you fear believing the words of and few
look for me because I’ll be
quick to remind you
Ill always think to you
you’ll probably marvel how it’s still me.
and how I know it’s always gonna be you .
when you hold you head high In arrogance
saying of course it’s you
I’ll share my eyes because you know not of what you speak.
as it lives in both to make it blue
to make it true.
but yes, of course it’s still you.
when sin. and shame weaves it’s ugliness through
all what makes us me and you
splitting us In two
I turn around and it’s you
when you can see no way back and you look at me and I you.
with dissatisfaction killing that we knew
I’ll shrug away whatever shadow possessed us
and learn to look again for you
when you walk away just walk true
I’ll still look back for you
because you are you.
a piece that makes me whole
two pieces of a whole misconstrued.
you’ll grow tired of knowing
it’ll always be you.
when I cannot understand how one can throw away and lose
all that made you I and me you.
beyond all doubt it’s still you.
when my life lives to another smile beside me, picturing, frozen in happiness
I’ll breath deeply with a smile and know I smile without what I knew.
without what was true.
because it was you
when family sits near
and do how they do
it will still be you.
when the last tree is planted
and after time it grew
and it’s death ensued
when of us both there remains no clue.
it will always be you
when I am dust
and nothing rusts
because all disappears under water
so when water and it’s tides flow no longer
and dry is the very dew
upon the leaves so few
if you still draw breath, it was you.
when children are raised and I beside them with a last breath I drew
I’ll think of you
for it was always you
when the dark comes on fast
and there is such a moon
it’s glow askew
that lights the world
it will light my confession of you.
birds once flew
flowers once grew
the earth was once of beautiful things
and still my living soil will know it was you
when I walk down a line of eyes.
pretending to be someone I never knew
I’ll know it was still you
as I walk against a wind that blew.
years before in our own hair.
so ancient yet split in two.
to be blown to separate places
seperate faces of the same inner blue.
I’ll know it was you.
when I’ve ceased to be new
and you’ve ceased to be true
and I can no longer hide in your blue
it was you.
when I awoke In the womb
I felt deep inside
a presence that was you.
how did I know?
how could I know?
that I know not.
but I cannot rue
such a day that I knew it was you.
such was the day that I found the blue.
forever into the next forever.
eternal as the space between us and stars in the black
it was you.
shown what I lack
for that you had a knack
and I’m ok that it’ll always be you
when the night comes with nothing to prove
like me when I knew
i tell myself it cannot always be you
I’ll know I speak untrue
when the last sword slew
when nothing is new.
before and after this creator
said it was through
when the cycle goes full circle
and you hear the march of inner longing and an ending falling into
the very sinew
of time itself.
let me delve into the heart of the blue
and drown in nothing
for nothing to undo
when it was known
it was you.
when practiced is the last golden rule and a solid truth
when the last lie brought the last tear
thousands of years after I and you
somewhere In the disappearing now
I’ll know it to be you.
when not one shoe
can find the very world that we once walked through
it’s you
it’s you.
a confession in blue.
and when you told me something fell through
I knew it’d always be you.
when you said you could never understand
it’s you anyway, it’s you.
I’ll take that to my grave.
a promise I’ve never gave
it will be you
until time turns it’s face to look upon itself in pain.
yes as time dies on itself
collapsing in two
it was you all along
it was you.
when I dance with the ghost of all we knew
when I whispered to ears that could not hear
don’t you know it was always you?
a confession in blue.
a tongue that is true
lying eyes shed their protection
and are born anew.
a knowing that will not be subdued
because of you.
when done is what I could not do.
lived anew
and died anew.
and that will love no more.
shall love no more
now find the floor
standing at the window I watched through
when your very last retreat withdrew
it was always you.
when time has no end or beginning
it just falls gently into a liquify-ing blue.
it’s in the blood.
a fire so strong yet will not undo
the confession in blue.
it will still be you.
must all blue go black?
fear consumes all it grows upon.
—C.R.S
This has profoundly become a favorite of mine...Personally...I like how it's written and it's a truth all the way down
The more I read it the more I see things that have compounding meanings and depth to be realized within myself as the poem. Hopefully it can be related too at that. Quickly became the love poem that felt real.
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