sonnet 58

[mrevileggplant]

Now, blue as the shiver in a shadow,
the hue I choose to vanish, unresolved.
Plaintive existence, somber and hollow,
a photograph with contrast uninvolved.

Concede I to receive the blame like dye
absolving you to lambent innocence.
To redesign the stains that underlie
a craft of humble indigo pretense.

Cerulean secrets beneath the wing
of Albatross aloft near Haven's grace
manifest with a martyr's temperance.

Bluer than a bee's breath before its sting,
the dust refused by Nebula's embrace.
If only for that seldom remembrance.