Blue sparkles in the twist of cold
branches tangle vivid stories
inside those black eyes darting around
spotting me looking, casting glow
of wind and thought and sorrow inside
creating a new world, solid ground, tide
of my ancestors following
this path I took, past, present, collide
on the blue color they hide and
I start to turn eyes glowing, plead
to stay here gazing at the shine
of blue vivid cold caller, provide
my life with twists and turns, memories
stay forever, under the cold pond
I see the glow, reflection of need
for the spring to come and branches
to grow green and yellow and red songs
of my forgotten wounded soul.
Lamenting with Blue Jays
