My Blue Sky Love

My blue sky love, my russet gem, the wisdom’s bright, and
Often grim. And froward light, the plight of yore, the thwart
Of love, my tear amore. And sophic wings, a psychic rake,
The blood of verse, the curse of fate. My lambent scar, I’m
Sore confused, adrift a wave, aloft the blues. But depth the
Soul, the stream is rich, the wings of flight, despite the rift.
And tragic heart, the spirit flung, the dregs of hell, where
Death is sung.

My blue sky love, my russet gem, the wisdom’s bright, and
Often grim. And melic praise, aloft the mount, the prayer
Of saints, to feed the fount. And sagic flame, the pain of
Sight, to witness death, the theft of life. My lambent star, the
Storms adrift, the veil of love, a cryptic kiss. And sophic
Wings, a psychic rake, the blood of verse, the curse of fate.