Bluest
What do you see
when you look at me,
when you watch my eyes?
What do you hear
when you listen to my words
and bluest of confessions?
Do you see the surface
only the outside,
or the deeper blues?
Do you hear the words,
or their very blues
as they are so chosen?
Can you see through
my eyes right into
my soul so blue?
Can you hear the tears
in my gentle falling,
simply crashing words?
Will you rescue me
from this deeper blue,
from this falling down?
Will you help me through
this simply deeper blue,
my ever nearly sadness?
Are you meant to save,
to bring the shining pinks
and blur those deeper blues?
Are you coming soon
to save my drowning blues
and bring my sun again?