Possible World Blues

Photo by Zoltan Tasi

Across your soulbelt galaxies
the burning reds of mystical shapes
sit below rising bridges,
carrying the pale new universe,
your candid world blues.
The borders illuminate these yellow moons
of my horizonist illusions sincerely addressed,
lost in tangerine stars
where violet flashes arrest.
Fires light in complacent hearts;
admiration turns to pouring indigo sands that fade,
enraptures the lost boy,
makes a man so afraid.
Silver sunlight on your lips,
drops of white constellations unfurl,
parting your long dark hair,
my make-believe girl.
Green eyed guesses come gently, and before I lay —
this passion awakens on the outskirts of your door,
a boy feels so far away.

(2012)