DREAMS OF BLUE (poem by me ©)

Shades of blue and green
toning down my face,
with illuminations
of wonder, so keen

To touch no one, but
myself

I wonder what has made
me think of things;
So nonchalant
and forgotten

Are the tales
of children in summer nights,
no sheen, just green –
and the candle is flickering;

But blind hands keep licking
down my wary eyes,
until someone will realise

What it means to be
broken blue