the bluest cloud, Poetry by Vivien Lin

Genre: death

the bluest cloud
by Vivien Lin

you came and woke me early today

blue traces in your hair

said the wind had smelt just like the sun

said I could find you there

your sunbeam hands tipped them forward the

driftwood of your conscience

ruckled midnight words of the absurd

borderline of nonsense

you are and will be the greatest thing

I lend my night sky to

all my moonlit sighs of dawn’s first light

they all belong to you

you are enthralled by refulgent flames

planets away from me

laughing the records of ’94

your voice above the keys

glass misted with the breath of a boy

a whisper from the breeze

the parts of me that fail to reach you

meander in the sea

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