Cornflower blue
It’s not as easy as it used to be
To be loved implicitly
I am
Just like a little boy inside
Who only wants to be loved
Maybe do I make it
Too complicated
Maybe we are
All this way
Cornflower blue
A bachelor’s button
On your suit
Sewing the oats
As a young man in love
Maybe blue tears
Will bring the fire
That for years has been
Crackling in my heart
Unseen parts of us
Awaiting their discovery
I had once a dream
Of this
Blue cornflower
Floating down a stream
A spinning flowerhead
Like a top that swirled into
My mouth and then
I blew it out
It turned about and out into
Thousands more
Floating through the air
Tiny blue sparks
Finding their way
Breathing in pain
Pure suffering and
Blowing out flowers
Where love could be sustained
On the shores of every chest
The tiny sparks of blue did rest
Cornflower blue
It’s not as easy as it used to be
To be loved implicitly
I am
Getting older and
With each passing day
I am
Holding onto the ones
Who love pristinely
Purely wanting to return
The synchronized glowing
Unmistakably true love
Unconditional breakthrough
Cornflower blue
A bachelor’s button
On your suit
Sewing the oats
As a young man in love
Free from the confusion
Strengthened from the
Trepidation of my sweet youth
© GÄ
Poétique 