Blue stained evening

is this lady of blue stained beauty

You, Jane

Possibly flowering her milky green glory

Toward my very tired eyes, awakening me again

Is this blue stained moon dripping with gold

Ours?

Oh my darling, I’ve been in soaked in a golden, absolute lemon drenched feeling, drowning in your heart pulsing beats of red soaked, cold deer art

You know you are my dear one, my love,

And this verse of silky moon grips me with hope.

I embrace you dearly, I love you so,

Your glorious, sweet verse fills me with a euphoric dream

And I hope it is us in that painting

You so sweetly weaved.