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 lengthening shadows blot the light

In the dusk I call 'The Blues of the Night'.