Because its 4am, and I can't sleep

PS, its rough, and I'll probably tear it down when I remember I put it up, so don't critique it too much. Maybe if I like it in the morning/evening I'll revise and repost it.

fleeting, flighty, stolen

glimpses

polite, passing, covert, cautiously

sly

tiny taken sips intoxicating

of my

blue blue blue

brandy w'eyen

while the cynical critic might curtly

curse

the sophmoric metaphores of

sea and sky

dazzled deaf the sound of his mumblings would make him

while staring, searching for a horizon to

separate them by

lost in the

blue blue blue

of this mesmer's eye

and even after my fairwells spat sour

distance does not make the bittersweet power of memory

blind

and, cursed or blessed by the third eye's

facilitation

all the golden perfect features nothing more than a

fit setting

for that that

blue blue blue

crown jewel of my m’eyend