the sky is a purple velvet, almost blue like the shades pulled down low by the creator. white lights glow in the sky near a pearlescent moon- orange, full of mood just for you. there may be more then one universe but this one is yours, momentarily alone yet absolute.

the nights are usually blue, in color and in name, in song and in feeling. there is no time for red thoughts, they are sealed away and forgiven. green, green, green. mornings are green, then yellow afternoons.

I remember sunshine days, bright glowing days. I like days that shine like the sun, days with purpose and meaning. It could mean holding hands with nothing, or talking to glowing faces. some faces glow, but none always last. they are not supposed to, they move on in the spirit of things and I am grateful for their momentary presence. blue birds carry their songs, blue birds die.

I don't know where this blue comes from, but I accept it. I can't take it away, believe me I've been working on it. I understand too much.