Matching blue to blue, music to paint by

The perfect blue exists somewhere
Problem is, where to find it
In the crackle between leaves

A sliver of Robin's egg carried
far beyond the nest, forget that tree
the wily bird scatters the shell beyond

Jay's and cat smell, where else to pursue
blue In the center of some rock where gems hide
where treasure resides for the pick of the hound

Blue in an ice crevasse far beyond and below rescue
those aerial bridges arch and fall to deepest blue black
Blue that sharpens the black edge of raven feather

The lake lost to spirits and volcano cup water so deep
that measure frightens thought and myth where songs
hit the deepest blues, rich creamy voices of the night

Blue smoke, blue fog, blue silver mirrors, blue frozen
faces at blue windows, the music shines and chips
broken glass and the blue fingernails of the girl you loved


Bonita Richardson
2/19/2001