The Virgin Mary in Prose of Color of Blue

I am in light and in light I seek only the source of wisdom that is the Virgin Mary in the prose or repose in my light shade of night and in the color of the morning sky.  I am in light and in the night of sky that is blue, I am forever among the stars of light in the nightshade of green in my eyes.  In the source of light, may the night be blue and take the yellow of the morning sun in the glory of this moon and let us fly to the moon in a shade that is the sand upon my eyes.  I am new and blue in the sky above, and the sky knows no boundaries like a lover born of love in the night cries of the Beloved and of night shades of grey.  I am love created from Gabriel and in the night I find the light of armor that I wear with my veil and to see that hammer is to find the weight upon my shoulders in the night that I know so well.  I am desire, purity and remorse at the love that is the source of love in the source of wells that are my dreams in you, my sweet rose.  Take me into your arms and divide me amongst the stars as the Angels tear at me with your arms in the beauty of love. Wisdom knows no boundaries of a night torn apart from the might of your ready wings.  I am yours and you are in mine as we weep at the street in the cause of all who fall into anger and remorse upon the dreams of hunger and destitute of the poor.  Take me into your caress and find me in your arms to deliver me to the Christ in your dreams of a dress that is blue under the Conception that is magnificient in your eyes of a rose in you.  I am in you and you are in me to find all that is new under the sky that is the rose in you, my sweet and delicate bee.  Be with me and serve me well as I find you humble and pure and sweet to the touch, my pure Virgin Mary