Blue Brookes

'There was glitter on her nails.

And that was the only thing glimmering in the dark.'

Usually when I woke up every morning,

the Sun would wash me with it's light.

But what would truly open my eyes,

was the light from your soul.

And it poured out in waterfalls ,

from your shining blue eyes.

I could feel every ripple, every tide,

for tranquility and turbulence are where true love lies.

Then one day I woke up,

and instead of glimmering, gurgling waterfalls,

I found heavy breathing,

and sheets drenched scarlett.

And then that scarlett turned to black,

as it soaked all of my misery,

and the waterfalls of my salvation gurgled no more.

"There was glitter on her nails.

And that was the only thing glimmering in the dark.",

I thought,

as the white coats swayed around like trees.

There were blue waters, blue skies, blue oceans, blue times,

but nothing as blue as your serene eyes.

And nothing I could say ,

to make you open your eyes.

Nothing I could do ,

to accept our fate.

Nothing I imagine, ,

beyond what lied in front.

Nothing I could do,

but memorise your face.

As they took you away.

02/19/19