Blue On Black

Night of lost moons
came to me as
sweat on the brow
of labour.

Swallowing darkness
took everything.
Spilled on the sky
in black.

All manners
saved and gone,
Dreams exploring
forgotten clouds.

Tears return tomorrow
with the rains.
Sweet sorrow,
Nature’s plain gift.

blue on black

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