A deep blue curtain is drawn

Over a fatherly light,

Shielding a cove

Of hoarded treasures

–

In their blue tinged darkness

These offerings sheen true,

For two secluded eyes

Red and sullen

–

In their murmuring shadows

That twine and tighten,

Scorned melodies erupt

Heaven-bound and bright

–

They cool to a whisper

And soar unknown,

Longing for a daydreamer’s

Softhearted glance