The Enchanted Blue

So distant you are in breadth as in manner

a miniscule amoret, and at one once

a faraway Gordian knot, fastened

upon the curtains of the night,

eternally weaving a mesh of Chantilly delight,

with gossamer silk you dress the surface

of the unconscious water’s, awaking the

pintucked stars and the argent threads of comets, to

rhythmically sway on the tides of an ever puling sea song

your royal ascent, dethroned, as

Penelope, pulls the thread to turn off the night

an unraveled crescent on the distant shore

your manner aloof, a breath of mind

to weave again with the dying light

you drown upon your floating silhouette

bathing in its image in the swallows of the sea,

beguiled by the twilight,

the moon wrung with a breadth of waxing twine,

the night sleeps on the horizon, on the precipice of vanity

and wishes forlornly to dream,

in the cradling embrace of the ever rocking depth,

of the enchanted blue

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