deep

it's deep
my mind
and
my search
is

and
the forests
are deep

*

there
I'll tie
my
slender hands
to you

...
vanish in the autumn's mist
thick evening's air
so tear clear
fear
is what comes after
comes after me
goes after
or ahead
grows inside
or above
I tear
the gallons
and the seas
that do not belong to me
I borrow them
never return
home either
or do I not know time
yet

when we talk about her
we talk less

the world of blue

'blue is the color of the sky
blue is the color of the mountains
blue is the color of the sea'

(Spain World of Blue)

blue is the color of me