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Lightning BluesLightning Blues by MitchellGraham
To the shadow on the leaves,
Why is it you must deceive,
Illusory glimpses through the trees
A woman stands, lightning blues
Looking at me, piercing through
Her presence makes it hard to breathe.
The figure standing neath your branch
Strikes my heart and makes me blanch;
cloaked in black from head to toe,
Where she stands nothing may grow.
Fires burn in lonely eyes,
blue as in creation's morn
thunderclouds obscure the skies
Eternal faces creased with scorn
Lightning blue stares through my soul
and judges me
and finds me wanting
for love, for trust,
my ceaseless flaunting
Everything that was to keep me safe,
now my life has gone to waste.
Make your peace with ancient death
Embrace and steal my final breath.