The Blue Hour

The Blue Hour

from the start

you swallowed up whole rooms

of laughter

and running your fingers

through the blue light of morning

you opened and closed
doors

it was you in the boat

looking for her

that day

out where the waves slip 

silver 

into heaven

you never found her

eventually

you came back

to the vacant rooms

and roamed the corridors

they came one day

and with loving eyes

looked fondly at the plastered 

curves in the ceiling

and stayed

they tinted the walls with blue
and green colored glass

outside
the sea melted
into sky

sounds
echo in the wall

but the hall is empty

(c) 2018 Jan Darrow

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