Dusty Blue

Dusty dirty denim A hymn Mild and soft When a thrifty trip makes her whole again Linen dreams are swirling beneath Caverns unforeseen I make a trip back to Mcnay To remember a familiar self She is now gone Replaced by another pending question A corridor of naked illusions Will bestow curiosity for good Will trade anything for matter These days It is all empty without even having to ask The void is here Alive and swelled Yet Unworthy question, I cannot find you The blue jay boldly builds a nest Before a gaze At the start of day And she is reminded by holy omens She is seen and sane