Turquoise Sky

Turquoise sky

All the pretty lights

Like a cacophony of color

A beauty like no one knows

Been so long since anyone was really home

To marvel at how mysterious they can be

Hope like a hazard that paints broad strokes of disasters

A miraculous masterpiece or mirage of a matrimony

So many dualities outside that window

We could all stand to stop and listen

What was that the turquoise said?

Ignore all the red, take the high road of

passion over the cool grey of

dependability

What is structure and reliability anyway

A promise of reflection under the direction

Of the architect of the demise

Plans borne of contrition and submission

A love that’s been compromised

And spread even thinner over the

merciless coals of need

Still, so much fire we look to keep inside

Watch how the fanciful ghosts whisk about

With everywhere to hide

In plain sight, they hijack and ride

The hazel orbs of a most electric one

A most shiny and armored Pisces

Full of holes but never weak

Never meek

Except when the  pretty lights fade from

the outside

When the sleeper finally arises to speak

The end is nigh