the sadness will last forever
from feverish lips
to fraternal ears.
in a heart of darkness
where the monsters dwell
a drowning man
in a well of sadness.
swirls of sunny skies
and blue tears of nightly stars.
fields of yellow grass
and feldgrau green trees
sentinel and stoic
though they wave, don’t they?
piercing eyes
staring through glassy blue mirrors
and glimpse of the tremors
from prussian blue
or the terrors
from more mental livid hues.
you paid your dues
they took a pound of flesh
and an ear too.
thank god for your fingers
and your eyes to see.
you’ve changed the view
and been a friend to me.