Blue Is The Coldest Colour

He is meek within the cracks
of crystalline eyes,
dodging illusions of affection
and the silver strands
of an icy winter web.
Jumping
from star crossing
to star crossing,
searching
for the place where
he once danced,
carefree and cradled,
in the clean warmth
of her azure love.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

11 thoughts on “Blue Is The Coldest Colour

  1. He (or, in my life, she) who let go a thing that could have been, seeking the greener grass of other pastures only to find those stars still crossed and crossed again. And, yes, anger there beside the sadness damns the fool.

    “For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
    The saddest are these: “It might have been!”
    [from: MAUD MULLER by: John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)]

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