Poem: Blue

Blue

It’s not a color,
or music.
It’s beyond a feeling,
something deeper,

more black, a cloudy night,
still and empty,
a place you will not escape
alone, a place

Only God and love and time
can pull you from before

you are swallowed alive.

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The picture was taken at the Sterling Renaissance Festival in one of the shops there. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

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