For Blue [revised]

by f-cynyr ©

The blue bewitched me into
the yonder of awe as the
thunder tumbled me
into the burnt sky,
and eased me along the
road to the scar
between sky and wonder,
fusing the gap between I and the
world.

The winds of passing
twirled and fluttered this lone
voyager,
tethered to blue in the
fading gift of sight.
This chosen road shakes and stomps,
as I pass
with a skip of lightning.
I, roped by the twisting
sound of sky dangled in the blue
until I, in wonder, found
that capture of wind
and net of cloud
that tangles my blue in amazement.

When the moon subsides
and gives way to dark,
hope rides the convulsive night,
then kisses the slip of dawn until its
liquid promise
tied my eyes, bound
hands and voice,
and webbed into me
the crisp maybe.

I longed the throbbing night
through the tides of pitch,
until the waves and swell
subsided,
and the dewy gift of dawn
unwrapped me
into the yonder of awe
and the tendrils of thundering
blue embroider hope
into my flesh.

Then the blue of wonder,
wraps me in the treasure
of brown earth and silver storm,
till only the gift of
new blue glints through.