This one cannot document that he ever saw the moon blue,
but this one can recount many a mood of that high-strung hue;
navy midnight, or chalky cobalt, and also black-and-blue,
lapis thoughts, sapphire moments, and sky’s blue powder too;
deep azure turquoise, bleached denim and the silvery shiny blue –
Meher, this fading color indicates our longing for the love of you.

This one has seen the green flash, the emerald horizon of God’s limelight
but not the Sun behind the sun behind the sun within the timeless night.

With light increasing, black states engulf as long as we are shades
of a true identity, a state of being we cannot identify –
with bright releasing, stacked weights slip off and darkness fades;
we blue lucently with lustrate seeing which will intensify
with insight increasing, back gates of the mind open to cascades
anew lambently, a fate agreeing we also cannot quantify.

The impulse to evolve, the drive to achieve true equilibrium,
leads to bright harmony arrived at through a blue delirium.

Something gleaming in the foreground shines
or glints in the distance, or diffusely glows
golden yellow-white, with rainbow fringed lines,
a star-shaped boundary, shimmering flows, interlacing,
treasures of gemlight from heaven’s mines,
all of which tells you things that no one knows.

It is all done with mirrors silvered slightly
seen through liquid lenses shining brightly.