Red on Blue

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I dreamed her name

not long before light –

Pages fell out

of a story

written in blood.

 

Every spring

the words repeat

as mist rises

over the river.

Harsh white light

burns violet blue.

 

She changes everything

she touches

and changes nothing

at all.

Drowning –

the mystic succumbs.

 

Painting gray bark

sea green

she releases,

tender skin

to killing frost

at dawn.

 

Bare trees

embrace her.

 

‘Listen to our heartbeat

breathe deep

slow your pulse

to match our own.

 

When coyotes

howl at midnight

Listen!

Beloved Doves

coo healing songs.’

 

I Love You.