Chicory Blues

                                

Chicory Blues

As the evening breeze

Brushes the meadow grass

And the twilight shadows

Extend their arms at last

So do my thoughts 

Basked in this sunset of emory 

Reflect on the beauty 

Floating on my memory:

But no field of Southland flowers

Could match my mental hue

Each shade morphing 

Drawing me to you

Like a never ending film reel

That flickers and spins 

Fluttering and skipping

Starting over again 

Every dream I dream recalls

The color and the hue

Of two eyes piercing my heart 

J'aime tes yeux de bleu

Liquid pools that invite you in 

A steamy aqua roux

Each iris saying softly

A sweet merci beaucoup

No chroma of wildflowers

Touched with morning dew

Could ever compare

To your haunting Chicory Blues 

John Snelling

10:10:19

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J'aime tes yeux de bleu / I Love your Blue Eyes