Blue Still Bestirs

Oh what mellifluous tunes rippling by the breeze when mellowed by the myth when embraced rose when looks brilliant by the red the art of magnificence razzles in glow the beholder still stands and stares the fragrance still respires by the green the art when thought provoking by the petals sticking all its colors of love when inkling breath still expends by the blue when bestirs sky lies grey in askance wishful of last moon even when locked up by dark phase of the cycle warmth seems to flint by the fire when besotted sun yet descends into the ocean when wild yet raves up by the bedazzled blue eyes twinkles by the heart when intense thrumming in by the quake of love in ascension