The Rising Blue

The rising blue she feels beneath the street
betrays the way she longs to dance away
with clouds that drape the moon in cold defeat
that beg her in their luminence to stay
She laughs at how the moon has no control
of ripples in a puddle she has splashed
She laughs again to feel its sudden pull
then suddenly she feels her hopes are dashed
The crowds of night’s reflections pass her by
The rising blue is swirling overhead
The dance betrays the dancers who would fly
beyond the clouds and moon.  They’re dead.  They’re dead.
So down she lays her body in the street
And to the blue surrenders her defeat.

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