jeremy blake

curse them if you like

they live and breathe

for reason

Can you imagine the ability

to twist back and forth

within every which way

the wind blows

Maybe you will see it through

pastel prose on sunday

pastel from memory

without even

trying

ceiling fans spinning time

beneath a summer moon

i thought i knew it was you

june

please don’t let it slip away too soon

jeremy blake

“excuse me while I kiss the sky”

a song revisited , Jimi Hendrix

broken seashells from a sketch

a

dream from yesteryear

superstition in blue

a dream of nothingness

within a daydream

maybe the blue birds

will make me dream

again

daydream blue

horizon smile from yesteryear

and moonlight shadows

are the only ones

to see us through

made me remember why

moonlight memory

when no one was listening

an orchestra within

an orchestra without

reminded me of blue

and the colour of you