can the sun be weighed in dying whispers

where is the road that walks on it knees

how many waters are never dreamed

 

can silence be gleaned from winter geese

can shadow give the cry of birth

shall faultless blue endure as the robe of our earth

 

why did night air 

on a branch of december

turn its face to me

how old was light

that could not support

the weight of falling leaves

 

how many flaws 

of wild honey in me

how many rose

eternities

on the eve of blue

why do my violets

grieve

 

whose blood received the first immortal

whose blood is a carnival of knives

is it shadow that shapes then seals our eyes

 

where blue mountain ends :: the kiss of a silver wind flows in

 

was i a petal waiting for the sun's eye to open

or the sky who chased a small bird into breath

when did i learn that blue is the planet of our death