The Blue of the Night

                                     The Blue of the Night

                                She said it was the time she loved the best,
                                The hour when day caresses night
                                In deepest shades of blue,
                                When stars shine in the darkest light
                                And earth takes on an azure hue.

                               Golden Byzantium and Rose Red Petra,
                               Your body guilds my lips, my words
                               Shimmering shadows across the sands
                               Of time, whispering softly
                               In the twilight you called 'L'heure bleu'.

                              Ages have passed, I think, or so it seems
                              And I have tasted lips carved cold.
                              Now longer shadows blot the light
                              In the dusk I call 'The Blues of the Night'.