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The Blue of our Sky
The blue of our sky
is not as it seems
it is layer upon layer
of dreams upon dreams,
dreams upon dreams,
some broken some fading,
some often repaired,
some yet to be born
and those we have shared
and those we have shared
whom now we cut free,
those others who cared
are sleeping in thee,
are sleeping in thee
and waking in me,
and waking in me,
the phone of pain,
a hundred rings,
one hundred rings-
times past,
times wasted,
wasted-
Songs another singer sings,
wine another mouth
has tasted-
Another mouth has tasted pain
but we have grown a root of love,
a root of love with leaves of lust,
with flowers of love with roots of trust,
roots of trust,
in soil of love,
an island in a sea of lust
and all the darkness is dispersed
with all the stolen colours
of the rainbow reimbursed,
in the middle of a grey expanse
of choking just about to cry,
just about to cry
but mostly laughing in out hearts
you and I….
You and I together
make a bright, blue, sky.
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