MY DARKLING HOURS
Missy your eyes are blue as arctic ice
aged ten thousand years in wisdom,
blue as renegade scarlet is to red,
bluer than blue goblins dancing on an emerald sea.
Fortuitous yet permanent as they gaze
over and beyond me
to mystery far away.
How can I catch them?
How can I hope to reach them?
Don’t let me possess and break you.
Shun me and my burning
candle of adoration.
But forgive