steel blue will hold us against imperatives
and all manner of foreign intervention
and blood red will merge
into verdant trespass
and forgotten dreams

thoughts of your nakedness will hold
all gently and words will fly towards
a distant shore craggy with weariness
and broken seas

and this is fine
the manner of all things
of light shining through
broken glass
because we can explain
and have an excuse
and life shines
with half a smile
and a coy look

steel blue, and blood red
will hold us fast for a while
in this strange land of dreams