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"Something Blue"

Skylight Pink, a Hoot owl’s winks
In the mist and the morning shadows
Love and life like a sculptures knife
Has carved a world of sorrows.
 
Grieving Blue, if all you knew
Was half of all you’ve known
You’d rise above that hateful dove
To find that you have grown.
 
Crimson Red, the Beggar’s bed
It’s made of promises past;
If only you could, if only you would,
Make some promise last.
 
Basic Black, the empty sack
Is filled with dreams you tried to buy.
Your lies were wings and other things
With which you tried to fly.
 
So, Skylight Pink, stop and think,
Cast out the grieving blue,
Then hate can die and you’ll touch the sky
The way you long to do.
 
For when you love a selfless love,
With a deeper shade of true,
Then all your faded dreams gone by
Will be … just something blue.

Orig. written in 1970, several rewrites, some lines used in other poems.

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