Blue Wonders

Clouds cast evolving shadows over the worried brow of the Earth,
Haunting the holy routine of the strain of death and birth,
The coming undone is in the destiny of the molecule's making,
From the heavens to the heap all is caught in the swell of this aching.

An eye to the blue wonders of this world,
Why oh why would there be a why.

She covers her rose petal blush with the bait of her smile,
Life itself seems to gather into the goddess-facto of her style,
The vessel of the ones who hurt; caught in the brooding tangle of her tossed hair,
As tangible as your thoughts; as elusive as the living breath of the air.

The flesh for the blue wonders of this world,
Why oh why would there be a why.

The colors of a beautiful tragedy,
The dance of a sorrowful symphony,
The pain of this pleasure,
Is the price of this treasure.

Worlds fall to pieces in pursuit of their gravity's god,
So common and dull yet the whole trip plays out so odd,
And the dreams undone are no stop to this passion for dreaming,
The solid earth no foundation for the leftover focus of seeming.

Ripe worlds in the sweat of a stone,
Memories drip from the blood of a bone,
The sky of the weather's dark soul,
Its color beyond all control.

The heart of the blue wonders of this world,
Why oh why would there be a why.